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Can Your Brain be Your Heart? || Reading Notes: Alaskan Legends Part B


Could a doll see through the fabric of reality?

  • Wasn't there a movie not too long ago that had a little something to do with not marrying someone when you first meet them?
  • So they say that Bear's heart is "between his eyes" and that striking him there will kill him. I wonder if they're, in some way, referring to the brain.
  • The whole pulling a women in two thing is sort of gruesome. But it's an interesting explanation for regional specialties.
  • And the idea of a doll coming to life speaks to horror stories to me.
  • But this story has a really interesting idea in that Doll looks through the torn fabric of the sky and sees another Earth just like that one.
    • Kind of seems like an early idea of multiple realities.
  • The idea that eating food in the afterlife means that you are stuck there is one explored in Greek/Roman mythology too with the story of Persephone and the pomegranate. 
    • Also, creepy idea of returned spirits being invisible but physically present.
  • A fun explanation for the Moon moving through the sky and why it has changes in phases.
  • So many stories about the disappearance of the Sun. I wonder if this is because of the times of year in the far north where the Sun really does go away for several days at a time.
  • The story of the Discontented Grass Plant reminds me a lot of story earlier in the class about the man in the moon.
    • The one who continues being discontent with what he is until he eventually gets stuck being the moon.
  • The story also has an origin of an oil lamp.
  • An interesting end to this story. Not really punished like the man in the moon but still not ending up as the thing he was most content as.
  • The story of the fox and the eagle was a good example of a trickster tale. The foxes clever use of the sea animals was a good idea.
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