Filming, filming, and more filming today. It's so fun! Okay, sometimes it's frustrating and painful too, (I needed to go to the chiropractor after one of the scenes I shot. Not kidding.) but you're still in a process of telling a story, which for me is an innately joyful experience. It may be tiring, trying, and downright infuriating occasionally but there's something deep in me that's saying Yes. This is what you were made for. It's not the same for everyone I'm sure, however it is surprising how universal the human attraction to stories really is.
Maybe not everyone feels driven to tell stories - but I've yet to meet a person who doesn't like to experience them. Individual taste varies greatly, but the fundamentals remain. We all love to live with characters through their struggles and triumphs, rejoicing when they rejoice and mourning when they mourn. It comes as second nature to us to relate to them, even if we hate them.
What spawned this love for the story? Is it a merely societal phenomenon, or is it something that was deposited in each one of us as we were made in the secret place? I'd have to put my money on the second, though I can't find any waterproof arguments to back it up. Perhaps this is one of the many ways in which we were sculpted in the image of God. He who created all did not withhold the gift of making from us. Fractured and grimy mirrors though we are, through this we discover one more way of becoming more like Him - creating that which was not there before. We craft works of mottled beauty and power ex nihilo. And though we will never here reflect or refract His light perfectly (some things are lost forever, and God will not wind back the clock) through our pain and faults will come something hitherto unthought of - like the dappled and many hued light in a cathedral, as the Sun falls through stained panes.
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The never ending joy of being 'creative' is almost unparalleled in this world. With something as simple as a pen or a camera, we can create entire worlds, through the filtering of out own.
The light contacts the film - and we have one person's viewpoint permanently recorded. We have created. Though we cannot create matter in the way that God did, we can create a thought, and story, seemingly from thin air. Sure, it has it's connections to our world, but a blind and deaf man can do the same - the potential is there for all.
Virtually every culture on the surface of the earth (past and present) has had some form of auditory or visual storytelling. The coincidence is far too compelling for this to be chance. Would that we could regain our love of stories that was once so widespread. We've engineered a fine culture of technology and advance. But we don't like the story anymore. We prefer entertainment now.
We have become like the moth you might see around the porch light. The light is the bright one, shining and beautiful. But it is the Angel of Light. It leads to a pointless existence. Always chasing the light, the fun, and never digging down to the stories of real people.
We act for everyone now, we have our well-honed facade. Storytelling has been replaced with role-playing. We're the constant storyteller without a story, and we've killed the truth with our misused talent.
And once, stories revealed the truth — they now cover it far better than lies ever could.
Um, yes. The size of your comment is a little comical. :P
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