As we live in an age of inverted magician, where we focus on mastering the environment - but not our inner selves, we live in a fragmented world of the profane, where sacred spaces are far and in between, fragmentary locations of our own sacred spaces from which to orient from. We have created a seemingly large chasm between our inner self and the world, the hero, the knower for many chooses to stay in the mundane, for crossing that chasm could be considered a terrible adventure to undertake because of the stories we hear, if not fruitless for them. Would such a person meet a master of the two worlds, who merrily leaps and dances between both - they would come across the Father face - who is the truth, imagine the terror. Fear of the unknown is an abyss we must all cross, yet to an unprepared adventurer the chasm between the known and the unknown would be such an undertaking should they hear the truth, they would probably reject it in its entirety and return to whatever task they had at hand in the mundane.
So should a master magician, who knows the sun, the moon and the stars even speak the truth? Or should they tell new stories, that instead of instilling fear of terrible mights and terrors that lurk in the dark, whisper in soft whispers of delight and promise of something far greater? Good-natured ruse of an seducing finger calling the hero towards the unknown, a sirens song so unresistable, a lullaby of call to innocence (in Finnish, viaton has root 'without a fault') that would cause a ceaseless rallying cry that would send the men to the seas to find it for centuries to come - ask me, is all the world view we need. After all, its all a bunch of stories, those who want to see what they want to see will see that, as they always have - but if a story speaks the truth, those who wish to find it will find it.
Explore until epiphany, and beyond.