"Science wrought to its uttermost becomes myth. History wrought to its uttermost becomes myth. But what is myth that it returns to mind even when we would most escape it?"
Interesting guy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Irwin_Thompson
"Anything can deliver us from our lost memory of the soul; science, history, art, or the sunlight on the grasstaitami mats in the Zendo. And anything can enslave us: science, history, art, or the militarism of a Zen monastery. But if we are lost in time and suffering racial amnesia, then we need something to startle us into recollection. If history is the sentence of our imprisonment, then history, recoded, can become the password of our release."