The plastic spread of myths within human civilisations and over time inscribes their memetic power in human consciousness. We are caught in the net woven by evolutionism and creationism, two narratives that presuppose, for the first, an immanent law, for the second a transcendent law. This dualism there is operative, it bipolarises like everything that is of a double nature. Mythical thought would originate in the exceptional faculty of human language to decouple from reality and to refer to realities of inner space and no longer from the outside world. The fabulous animal that is the human being has always invented machines to produce simulacres, mythical stories and books are. These illusion technologies work too well. They keep us in the belief that what we call “real” would be in external realities. More than a semantic matrix, the mythical corpus should be considered as a pregnancy: a transitional state between a past moment of fertilisation, and that, still to come, of childbirth. And where mythanalysis could be conceived as a navigation to go up to the source of a river, the prospective of reading offers itself as the quest for a Strait of Magellan towards an inland ocean: two complementary approaches for the fabulous animals we are.