Storytelling

"If you don't know the trees you may be lost in the forest, but if you don't know the stories you may be lost in life." 

In a time before paper, storytelling was imbibed as a draught purer than breath. The teller was revered as someone who had skipped the waves and survived, and therefore could help the listeners dance through the currents. Words were too beautiful to write and the lessons too important to be forgotten or lost. Our first stories were probably not on paper, but through song and faces. Eventually the longing to copy people around us draws us into a quiet corner of letters and pictures. 
And then there's the library; silence and myriad faces head down in a world where no-one is invited, allowed or dares to tread. Every books listener is unique and the thoughts and comfort within can't be described.
Who dares to create these places? Those who are certain of success? Or those who believe.

If it brought such beauty and relief once, it could again. If it answered hidden questions, undid the heart's wonders and built fresh possibility...it should happen again, and will.