We seem to have an insatiable appetite for stories. After the basic necessities, stories seem to be what we live on. Movies, books, news,TV serials whatever. Or "You know what happened today?" Does this fascination for stories exist because I am a story myself? All the attributes of name, gender, looks, traits, all the details of my life events. What are they but elements of a story? We love embellishing our stories, constantly adding details.
Within me, sits the storyteller. Nameless, timeless, attributeless.When this 'story' dies, it will begin another. A chain of stories and all chains interconnected in a gigantic, mind-boggling web. That is what we are. Stories in love with stories.
Within me, sits the storyteller. Nameless, timeless, attributeless.When this 'story' dies, it will begin another. A chain of stories and all chains interconnected in a gigantic, mind-boggling web. That is what we are. Stories in love with stories.
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