Imagine, in one global day, the pages of prose turned, plays performed, films screened, the unending stream of television comedy and drama, twenty-four-hour print and broadcast news, bedtime tales told to children, barroom bragging, back-fence Internet gossip, humankind’s insatiable appetite for stories. Story is not only our most prolific art form but rivals all activities – work, play, eating, exercise – for our waking hours. We tell and take in stories as much as we sleep – and even when we dream Why? Why is so much of our life spent inside stories? Because as critic Kenneth Burke tells us, stories are equipment for living. (Robert McKee – Story)
Don’t take the text just as a scriptwriting lesson, cause it’s more than meets the eye. Stories are the key for living, there before our birth and way after our death. Or as Terry Gilliam in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus put it:
You mean if you stop telling the story the Universe ceases to exist? (Tom Waits aka The Devil in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus)
I do believe in this, whether is foolish or not, whether can be so easily disproved or not, maybe cause I’m a scriptwriter or maybe just cause I can’t imagine my life without happenings/actions/reactions (it may also work for you if you’re not named Oblomov).
PS: THE STORY never stops!