The Story Stealer

Do we need to believe in stories and their charm, their power to transform?

If we did not believe in stories, we would not be meeting here.

I believe in stories as much as I believe in color and texture, taste and all the other senses by which we know we are.

I like being. I don’t want to be nothing like some say is blissful. How could it be bliss if it is nothing?

I know. Some refer to no self as merging with divinity and I can handle that because divinity is all inclusive. You don’t lose anything but boundaries on your freedom to experience life and death.

But to say that we ought to deny the stories of our lives? How ghastly.

I mean, seriously ghost like.

Tell the stories! For goodness sake.

Keep life the love of your dreams and live.

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