Yeats

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The Greeks, a certain scholar has told me, considered that myths are the activities of the Daimons, and that the Daimons shape our characters and our lives. I have often had the fancy that there is some one myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all he did and thought. 

At Stratford on Avon

What marks upon the yielding clay? Two marks Made by my feet, two by my daimon’s feet But all confused because my marks and his Are on the selfsame spot, his toes Where my heels fell, for he and I Pausing a moment in our headlong flight Face opposite ways, my future being his past. Images II ‘there is a deep enmity between a man and his destiny’, yet ‘a man loves nothing but his destiny’ (Myth</). Per Amica Silentia Lunae

The Daimon seeks to unite itself with other Daimons but canot do this without the agency of the human mind. Its mind is simultaneous, untrammelled by either time or space, perceiving things in terms of their kinship to itself. Its symbolic form is the circle or sphere, and all things are present in an eternal instant to the Daimon which ‘remains always in the Thirteenth Cycle’ (AV A 220). At certain moments (Critical Moments) the human Mask becomes completely identified with the Will of the Daimon such that it can touch a form of this timeless consciousness. Although this implies some separation in the normal state of affairs, man and Daimonshould be regarded as part of a single spectrum of consciousness or a continuum of perception (see NLI MS 30,359).