Tricksters to Our Own Myths
The Trickster of Myth is one that takes two realities and collides them—or colludes with them—in order to create a new reality. This is most often done, especially for Coyote, for selfish and self-centered reasons. There have been more magnanimous Tricksters; Prometheus comes to mind, as does Hermes.
I, on the other hand, am at my most successful as the Trickster when one or both of the realities are my own, when I set out to break through to something new, so new that even I am elated with surprise. I am not known for altruism, at least that which leads to calamitous levels of abnegation. Perhaps that's due to my insistence (one misunderstood by most) that altruism is nothing more than indirect selfishness, greed at a distance with guarantees provided by karma or presence of general good will.
It's a theory which happens to fit the facts, but one that is frustratingly orthogonal to things too close to home.
A hedge of nettles that separates two realities must fall so that the New can be borne of the resultant free-passage, and so far all my attempts have been bootless. Instruments sharp and blunt have failed, or my application of them is to blame; vaulting it provides a change of venue alone, not the change in reality that I had long ago determined must occur. A blaze may be effective, but no one can control such a thing once started. Burrowing is another option, but claustrophobia and fear of dark spaces may prove too much of an inhibition.
And after all this special pleading to the ether, maybe all that it will take is another Trickster who will help discover an end-run around the muricated.