ABSTRACT
The material universe, saith a Greek philosopher, is but one vast complex mythus and mythology the apex and complement of all genuine physiology. To the world of natural science, other mythology seems gross imposture; and in reply this other mythology either belittles science or frames itself anew in abstract concepts which can no longer 'speak intelligibly to all alike', and to which the heart cannot listen. Make-belief is an enervating exercise of fancy not to be confused with imaginative growth. The saner and greater mythologies are not fancies; they are the utterance of the whole soul of man and, as such, inexhaustible to meditation. The imagination, the coadunating, mythopoeic power can break loose from 'the activity of thought and the vivacity of the accumulative memory'. The author aims on Coleridge's theology is to suggest that the interval, for him, between what he supposed to be orthodox Christian belief.
