My blog contains a large number of posts. A few are included in various other publications, or as attached stories and chronicles in my emails; many more are found on loose leaves, while some are written carelessly in margins and blank spaces of my notebooks. Of the last sort most are nonsense, now often unintelligible even when legible, or half-remembered fragments. Enjoy responsibly.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

There is only one story

Whether you are reading Oedipus Rex, The Purpose Driven Life, 1984, or The Zen of Farting, there is only one story: What it means to be human. But you can’t just come out and write What it Means to be Human because you would be wrong, because it constantly changes, and because what you believe constitutes “being human” will vary from, well, everyone else. Instead, we write stories, biographies, autobiographies, history, fart jokes… you name it, about our experiences, pretend or real, that tells a bit about our view of humanity. It is this accumulated collection of accounts that tell the story of What it Means to be Human. So when you write, and you have to write, remember that your additions to the collected works will be judged not on your telling of the one story, but how well it reflects what it means to be human to you. Because everything you write, no matter how dumb, reflects what it means to be human.

Laugh and the world laughs with you; fart and they'll stop laughing.

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