Life, Story, and Choas in Space
Life is not a gentle story. We grow up thinking it is. Because we are told stories since we were very young. Stories have a tempo, a pattern, a somewhat predictable arc.
Life is no story. It's the opposite. It's the thing we can't understand so we try to make up stories about it. Because the real truth is the fear, the ever winding road, the cliffs, the daggers, and yes, even the unexpected magic.
So keep telling the stories if it makes you feel better. Draw a predictable line, a nice crescendo. Throw in some tragedy. Etch out your moments of joy. Because the real story is there is no story. Just chaos in space.
Because without the story, we'd all just be crazier than we think we are. Thank goodness for stories.