Stories Heard and Told

Why does stepping into another's well-told story fade away my own? Until I glance away from screen or page or exterior speaking voice? What if my unmediated life, unwritten and unplayed with untold anonymity, were the entirety of my actual spiritual journey? While all I have read and watched on screen of others' creation and destruction stories are sacred scripture, divinely inspired as humanely perspired, alternative paths and ways of speaking to and for my own shared resonant voices, light and more darkly fearsome. What if biography were ecological history of natural, yet also spiritual, sacred development? Written scripturally small, speaking in still small eisegetical voices of inspired natural resonance, fire with water, ExegetingEarth with revolving, absorbing, creolizing enlightenment. Why does stepping into another species' creation and destruction story fade away our sacred ownership?