It's understandable why Joseph Campbell's colleagues thought he was batshit insane when he tried to publish this book. To stuffy Columbia academics, this book must have been a sacrilege. No fundamental underpinning of his theories except observations and theories. But this is exactly what makes this book great.

Because we'll never truly know the answer to the question Campbell poses in this book. How would we ever know why the hero's journey arc is so universal in mythos? It's an impossible question to answer. Sure, I'm sure there's some theories. But at the end of the day, the best conclusion you can draw is that the human condition craves a certain narrative. The stories we tell ourselves and others, that's who we are. We are attracted to hyper-prominent archetypical characters. Universal craving of personal transformation, the human desire to experience the sublime through stories and art.

The reaching hand of desire should always extend further than yourself. This is also why nihilists are losers. Everything is important. Every second of your life matters. Don't we all just love saying a bunch of bullshit and labeling it Jungian? I certainly do.