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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ...I say all this as a writer who makes narratives all the time, I love stories, they’re lots of fun, and when done well they’re quite sublime. But every time I write a tale I cannot help but be aware that placed up against the real world my narratives just can’t compare. Even when I’ve thought it all out, believe I’ve covered everything, compared to what humans endure my creations come up lacking. The realness of our human souls exceed the characters I make, the details of the outside world no purple prose can imitate. The details of the narrative don’t even match what’s in my mind, and what I think is paltry when compared to our real space and time. Because, of course, the narrative was never even close to real, it’s just a tool we created, it’s a thing we’ve made up to deal with a world that our mind can’t grasp in its massive entirety, narrative is just our filter because there’s too much truth to see. To make it something we can know we cut out most of what’s out there, the endless details of chaos that make the smartest minds despair. I think all should remember that, all of our ideologies are narratives, and thus too small to deal with the reality. To forget that, to cling to them, as if in them all was explained reduces us, and blinds us too, and that’s before it brings the pain. And it always does…
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