{"id":490,"date":"2010-02-14T19:02:55","date_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:02:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theamericancrawl.com\/?p=490"},"modified":"2010-02-14T19:03:47","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:03:47","slug":"stories-telling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theamericancrawl.com\/?p=490","title":{"rendered":"Stories Telling"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We are both storytellers. Lying on our backs, we look up at the night sky. This is where stories began, under the aegis of that multitude of stars which at night filch certitudes and sometimes return them as faith. Those who first invented and then named the constellations were storytellers. Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity. The stars threaded on that line were like events threaded on a narrative. Imagining the constellations did not of course change the stars, nor did it change the black emptiness that surround them. What it changed was the way people read the night sky.<\/p>\n

– John Berger<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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