A great story unfolds; slowly – peels back layers.
Each layer exposes an affinity to the listener, upon which they are lead deeper and deeper into the midst and experience of the story.
The story is now alive. Once belonging only to the originator, the creator if you will, it is now growing—like a flame—embodied by more and more spirits… bringing them together as one.
The interesting aspect of a great story is its illusion that it is contained in a finite universe. Its beginning and ending give the illusion that everything is contained within; nothing proceeding—nothing afterward.
A lot like our life. Our own story gives the illusion of beginning with birth, and ending with our death.
I am grateful for a great story.