Story


There is no beginning to a story, nor is there and ending.  Story lives before you, with you and is here long after you're gone.  If your foolish enough to capture some of what went on, then you have a fragment of what went on, nothing more. The story is never fully, or accurately retold.  Story only reveals itself once.
Can a story tell itself?  Well, lets see.

You start with what you know.  That in itself is a story.  Logic will take you to places, people and things that mean something to you.  If you think you know something, the real world demands an explanation, or for better, proof by action.  This usually produces a tangible book, invention or idea that reduces the strife of mankind.  The movies are a form of mental edification…  an expensive production to entertain by appealing to one's wants, desires, and most important of all, our fantasies, whims, delusions, and vanities.  Oooh, the sacrosanct never appears unless it is called a documentary.  This must certainly lend credence to its credentials. But not always.  Because no one knows all the facts.  Logic won't reveal the facts.  Perception is not a reality that is friendly with facts.  So story is born, the imitation of life that we pay for, or if inclined, write about. 

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