When I was a child my right eye didn’t focus with my left when I looked to the side, and I remember thinking everyone saw double when they looked to the left. I thought it was normal. So we think the Ouroboros is normal. We don’t see the good face of the dragon, only its fire breathing death.
Dragons always protect a treasure in a cave, you know. The Knights duty is to get past the dragon to retrieve the treasure, but he does so by killing the dragon. How does he do that? All the myths and faery tales are maps to the treasure, you know.
Even Jesus gives us a hint. Resist not Evil, he says. Resist not the Dragon. A mono-rogue in the mind is thoughts attempt to heal a wound, and the wound is created by our assumptions of who I am in a belief system, whether large or small. The belief of assumption about myself can be those everyday arguments the our partner. All conflict is sourced in assumptions. Conflict creates wounds, and the first responder is always the Monologue that tries to bind the wound with thought. Round and round thought goes trying to come up with a healing narrative, one that protects our assumptions and righteousness.
The Dragon that devours itself is a polarity, a division in my own mind where each end—rather than a dragon with a head and tail it should be with two heads—is a ME. Now there are two ME’s but there can only be ONE ME, so the two ME’s of the dragon try to swallow itself in order to be whole, but it can’t because each head is a separate ME, yet one that is mutually dependent upon the other. This is the Wound that cannot heal, yet we must try and when thought is our only bandage, we create the Ouroboros going round and round.