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The myths bring into view the deeper mysteries of love.
Orpheus [The Inconsolable]: «The Eurydice I mourned was a season of life. […] down there [in the blackness of Hades] I was looking for a past»
The object-as-aim of the primordial experience [of primitive hallucination] is forever lost in the blackness of the unconscious. The subsequent movements of fantasy life are the search for this reflection.
There are just a few steps to go before the end of the dark path that leads from the obscure depths of the Underworld, «through deathly silent places […] enveloped in thick fog» (Ovid, 166), steeply up to the threshold of earthly light; but a few short steps, and then at last, having crossed the boundary of that «lighted exit» (Rilke, 1904, 46), he will be able to turn and once more embrace the nymph who slowly follows him up the path — namely, Eurydice, «the so greatly beloved» (Rilke, 1904, 45), whose life, one sad day, was suddenly taken by a snake bite as she ran through the fields. Yet he, Orpheus, the illustrious Thracian bard, son of the