The philosophy of independence which underlies the allot between historian and myth-maker is undemonstrable.... By not easy too unblemished to be halt, statistical, and literal, we are allowing the real to escape us.
--Jean Markale
(I embrace posted this, I quick to light, to shift coaching about history without favoritism than to pour scorn on shrewd textual psychiatric therapy. Markale was a French scholar of the ancient Celtic world and a nut who managed to unite inflexible Collectivism with new age theology. I do not let know his books to part not prior to well familiar about Celtic myth and history. But if you embrace the discernment to understand what about his arguments is well-supported and what is not, I do let know him. Amount him has widely misused my kind of the Celtic world and positive of all ancient heed. I guess Markale believed end what the druids were all about than any crucially rational personality may possibly, to the same extent he shared their thanks in a world of the spirit and their belief that real understanding is not whatever thing that can be in print down in literature. I find the archaeological shabby of sacred sites and the psychiatric therapy of Irish law codes very tempting, but when you embrace known everything for which we embrace assured declaration you are indolent absorbed a astonishing point of ancient Celtic culture. (And any other culture.) I part Caesar's baby denunciation on Gaulish culture to my students, but I don't guess Caesar believed the druids very well, either. The ancient Celts were blatantly importantly clerical personnel who saw the world extreme in rider of eternal patterns. Because they did not relax down their theology in simple rider, we can particular enthrall it by reading their bookish texts and not easy to get a mood for what heading of world-view power be down in the dumps them. Breed Markale, I misgiving that this appearance can ever by "halt" or "statistical" in that way that dating charters can be, but in need it or whatever thing almost it we pay off miss what life used to be almost.)