Imagine a time when there was no television, or movie
theater, or computer, a time when the only form of entertainment was live, a
play or opera if one was lucky, but more likely a song or story to wile away
the long dark hours of the evening.
A good storyteller, worth his weight in gold, wove tales
that included those things all people love.
And what do we love?
We love to hear about ourselves, or those people related to
us! We want to be heroes who win over
evil and rise above the trials and tribulations other men cannot. We want romance and intrigue. We want stories that make us cringe and cry
and laugh out loud!
Some of us want to know about history, others about god and
the man who can put them both into the same story will double his audience.
If people really love a story they want to hear more and so
other storytellers pick up where one left off and continue on, adding their own
twists and talents to a tale once told by someone else. Sequels are not unique to our generation.
The mythology of days gone by is not much different than
ours. The basic tenets haven’t really
changed. We like to think the quality
was better in the past, but for every story that remains, a hundred disappeared
forever.
Which of our stories will still be around 2800 years from
now? What will children read in their
literature classes in the year 4812?
Star Wars? A Good Man Is Hard To Find? Leaves Of Grass?
Endymion? Hamlet?
I would love to be a fly on that wall and see what survives!
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