Myth still functions well to explain the present. It works even better when you have experienced it directly. Every painter goes their own way, there is no map through the labyrinth. Those that sing for us orient us to the direction we must go by the song of where we have been. All that is required is to listen. Live long enough and some of those voices become ghosts who introduce us to other ghosts who sought the way forward. When tired of the Minotaur, those voices lead us to refuge.