It’s interesting to see the human perspective at times, especially since so many of them tend to believe that their stories are what will change their world, or keep it running in a manner that will build a strong foundation for the next generation. That’s what stories are all about after all, they’re a base used to preserve the knowledge of a species, and it’s why humans are made to guess about the world around them so often. If anyone were to pick my brain about the stories that have come and gone, they’d likely disbelieve me, since humans are stubborn as hell, not to mention arrogant when it comes to what they know and what they think they know.
The first story started long before I remember, and I remember a lot, but I do catch glimpses of it every now and then, and it’s not something that’s easy to put into words. I know what that sounds like, since the vague notion that anyone could give when it comes to describing something that’s thought to be so grand in such a simple and uncertain manner would make me a laughingstock. I’m sued to it, and I’ve refrained from letting people know about it for many of the lives I’ve taken on over the years. A lot of people don’t believe that a 6-year old has the imagination that people have stated I’ve had over the years, and I don’t blame them. But if they knew that it wasn’t imagination, that it was a recitation of the facts, well, they might not be able to handle it.
They weren’t capable of that back in the day, I can tell you that.
(to be continued)