No other animals seem to connect the dots the way humans do. For good or bad, we seek them out, find the links or make them up. They become the building blocks of our personal history, family stories, myth. Culture. Religion. Tradition. Philosophy. It's what makes us feel like we are a part of something. Gives us meaning, or in some cases, purpose.
How did that happen? What makes us seek validation of our own existence beyond this moment of breath and blood and heartbeat? What are we looking for? Would we even know if we found it?
One of my early college professors told me the wisest man would finish reading every book ever written and, if he learned anything, dismiss them all.
Perspective is a tricky thing. Turning everything up on its head when least expected. Calling into question old assumptions. Opening a surprise feeling from the words of a story.
But isn't that exactly what we're looking for?
"Don't miss the conversation."
- Pam Houston, given as advice to new MFA students at orientation