man this has been said before by cleverer folks than me, but sometimes you have to sit down and let the sheer size and age of the storytelling tradition just completely overwhelm you, ja feel?
likeâ think for a second about how mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literally thousands and thousands of years later we are still able to go âthere was a god whose brother cut him into piecesâ, itâs so arbitrary, itâs so incredible
that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone in every single generation has done since it was writtenâ you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of timeÂ
can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story toldâ with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, but your storyâ in the year 3214?
the fact that we! as a species! have been telling the same damn stories for so longâ the fact that weâve seen homerâs troy and chaucerâs troy and shakespeareâs troy and troy with fucking brad pitt because we never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!
we never stop caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.
generation after generation, they never ever ever stop mattering to us.
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