Jon Orsi- twelve tribes

Genesis truly is a point of origin. And (in the mythic sense) all generations originate from this point.
Now, complete biblical genealogy -tracing each name- does not really interest me, but it could if I had the time. But the concept of genealogy in the bible, and else where really, is quite mythological. In fact genealogy and mythology are really quite the same term, they only differ with their focused interests.

As with writer P and J, the terms genealogy and mythology can be applied respectively. Author P- centered around lineage, lists, dates and numbers is, in my opinion a genealogical writer. And  author J-  although she drifts atop the sea of lists and lineage, is blown by the winds of myth.

The twelve tribes of Israel are twelves seeds upon the soil of stories. Each one can be overlooked and minimalized as a seed and a seed only. But with the right attention, or even so much as a second glance we see that these seeds germinate, fruit and flower, and from them more seeds are sewn.

the same can be said about any name or list, it just comes down, again to  the investing of time (of which I, and most people have little) and patience (even less). But the stories that sprout from these twelves seeds are memorable and mailable therefore I choose to work with them here, for the purposes of easy understanding.

Each of the twelve is of an itemized list. Some, such as Joesph and Dan are more memorable and recognizable than others (Naphtali for example) but each grow, branching out into stories comprised of various characters, each with a story of their own, children of their own and so forth- ad infinitum

Beyond that, the naming of children in remembrance of these people, the remembrance of their stories.Carries this myth out of the past, and directly into the present, or possibly feeding into the future. Namesakes can and often do shape the course of ones life (see. A Boy Named Sue)

Each character spawn from these twelve tribes, creates their own mythologies, sometimes in the wake of ancestors, sometimes creating an entirely new wave all together. These waves may be small, or massive- the magnitude has little importance. The importance rests on the mere creation and exurtion of influence.
I liken this perpetual motion to musical vibrations- Even the slightest and softest note can resonate and sound a symphony throughout the ages. And, just as the orchestral radiance seems to wane and slumber, the raucus cascade of applause sounds yet another tune. Furhter still, the comprised web of praise is broken down into the two hands that produce it.-These are seemingly tired and and unneeded analogies. But, as for the extent of reach, and extent of exponentiation- there is no exhaustion. We are intrinsically tied to one another and to our past, through an unyielding tapestry of connectivity. Each fiber of this fabric strings with it the songs and stories of all that has past, and -like the works of Minerva- all that will be.

I'm sort of losing control over what i'm trying to say, because at every turn there are infinite paths of exploration.

Our myths may be forgotten or unrecognized, but they are never unlived. We are in constant motion, of remotion. Behind even the seemingly pure and authentic actions, there are waves of archaic influence crashing and swelling.

 Like the image above, The whole of the Bible, the whole of our 'reality' is a vast mosaic of myth, creating a clear yet obscured and unrecognized image of self.