Story Telling
Dec. 12th, 2004 08:15 amStories are lies. And most people like good lies. I say this in sympathy and understand as I intimately understand the pleasure of a well told like that plays to my conceits. I also say this without any sense that it is a moral failing to like fiction that does not challenge a reader's beliefs.
We all have way in which we tell ourselves that we are great, better than other people. Some are true, some are not, and some are in the vast territory in between. And true or not we can be very uncomfortable if something challenges a perception close to our hearts. And I doubt there is anyone who would not have some thing that he or she has great importance in being true and that would not cause anger to the person hearing the contrary expressed. Be it god, science, history, there is something.
And yet who can say with absolute authority what is true? Show me that man and I will call him a fool. And there I see him, it is me myself. For every day I assume that I know better than other people in so many things. And how can I do otherwise? I'm adrift in a sea of information without a hook to catch one true thought.
And so I love my stories where I am a god and I say what is true or not and none may dispute me. For if there black is white and up is down, how can it not be so? I have written it. And if what is true in the world I create does not challenge too many of the truths that other people know to be true they may well like the world I have created.
Point? I don't have a point. Just having fun lying to myself.
We all have way in which we tell ourselves that we are great, better than other people. Some are true, some are not, and some are in the vast territory in between. And true or not we can be very uncomfortable if something challenges a perception close to our hearts. And I doubt there is anyone who would not have some thing that he or she has great importance in being true and that would not cause anger to the person hearing the contrary expressed. Be it god, science, history, there is something.
And yet who can say with absolute authority what is true? Show me that man and I will call him a fool. And there I see him, it is me myself. For every day I assume that I know better than other people in so many things. And how can I do otherwise? I'm adrift in a sea of information without a hook to catch one true thought.
And so I love my stories where I am a god and I say what is true or not and none may dispute me. For if there black is white and up is down, how can it not be so? I have written it. And if what is true in the world I create does not challenge too many of the truths that other people know to be true they may well like the world I have created.
Point? I don't have a point. Just having fun lying to myself.