Spirit tells me that our personal stories must necessarily be incomplete and less than real.
“How can my life story be less than real?”
“Who experienced it?”
“I did.”
“And who recorded it?”
“I did.”
“How?”
“Through memories. How else?”
“Someone might have told you your story when you were too young to be aware of how true it was.”
“If so, that was then.”
“Your story can never be then. Life stories are never then and now, unless there are two or more versions of the same story, and there always are.”
“Then how can we know our own story?”
“It isn’t possible. We’re living interconnected life stories.”
“Then your story and mine may be the same story?”
“Yes, from different perspectives.”
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We’re each and all living interconnected life stories.