"I am intrigued with the understanding that story is all that matters," said Story Teller.
He sat talking with a close friend who had helped that point focus more clearly in Story Teller's mind.
"Your statement is a double entendre, maybe more," said his friend.
"Layers of meaning and reverberations," said Story Teller.
"Exactly," said his friend. "Or perhaps I should say 'inexactly.'"
The two burst into laughter. As they often did when conversing.
"It is disconcerting, yet intriguing, that all matter is the embodying of story," said Story Teller.
"Including the story that all matter is the embodying of story," said his friend, "which is currently mattering."
"It certainly matters to us," said Story Teller.
They laughed.
His friend said, "There is the MetaStory, that story is all that matters, and the multitudes of 'individual' stories that are mattering, are physically embodying."
"In the beginning was the Word," said Story Teller, quoting the book of John.
"Yes," said his friend. "And this is the darkness of mystery beyond which we cannot see. We cannot see that which is seeing. Yet we know it intimately. We ARE it."
"This is why I love you and our relationship so much," said Story Teller. "We see each other, see aspects of ourselves that alone we cannot see clearly. We help bring each other into focus."
Their hearts smiled and they sat quietly within the mutual warmth.
"Our friendship is an example of two stories mattering that are not closed books," said his friend.
"Interflow," said Story Teller. "That word that keeps arising as a description of all that is."
"Part of the story you are," said his friend. "You are a story of interflow embodying."
"We are," said Story Teller.
"There you go again," said his friend.
"And interflow is the story I am telling in the Story of God: how Yahweh came of age, realized his shortcomings, his blockages, his stumblings and eventually personified as Yeshua, an embodying of love and forgiveness."
"It is a story that you cannot help but tell," said his friend. "You are that story. You are that story mattering."
"And you, my friend," said Story Teller, "you are another story."
"We'll talk about that another time," his friend said.
They sat quietly enjoying the ever-unfolding moment.
He sat talking with a close friend who had helped that point focus more clearly in Story Teller's mind.
"Your statement is a double entendre, maybe more," said his friend.
"Layers of meaning and reverberations," said Story Teller.
"Exactly," said his friend. "Or perhaps I should say 'inexactly.'"
The two burst into laughter. As they often did when conversing.
"It is disconcerting, yet intriguing, that all matter is the embodying of story," said Story Teller.
"Including the story that all matter is the embodying of story," said his friend, "which is currently mattering."
"It certainly matters to us," said Story Teller.
They laughed.
His friend said, "There is the MetaStory, that story is all that matters, and the multitudes of 'individual' stories that are mattering, are physically embodying."
"In the beginning was the Word," said Story Teller, quoting the book of John.
"Yes," said his friend. "And this is the darkness of mystery beyond which we cannot see. We cannot see that which is seeing. Yet we know it intimately. We ARE it."
"This is why I love you and our relationship so much," said Story Teller. "We see each other, see aspects of ourselves that alone we cannot see clearly. We help bring each other into focus."
Their hearts smiled and they sat quietly within the mutual warmth.
"Our friendship is an example of two stories mattering that are not closed books," said his friend.
"Interflow," said Story Teller. "That word that keeps arising as a description of all that is."
"Part of the story you are," said his friend. "You are a story of interflow embodying."
"We are," said Story Teller.
"There you go again," said his friend.
"And interflow is the story I am telling in the Story of God: how Yahweh came of age, realized his shortcomings, his blockages, his stumblings and eventually personified as Yeshua, an embodying of love and forgiveness."
"It is a story that you cannot help but tell," said his friend. "You are that story. You are that story mattering."
"And you, my friend," said Story Teller, "you are another story."
"We'll talk about that another time," his friend said.
They sat quietly enjoying the ever-unfolding moment.
George--You've captured that amazing feeling of joy and unfoldingin a friendship. Sitting in a coffee shop or taking a walk with a friend and witnessing the friendship and love unfolding--mattering. Thanks, Steve F.
ReplyDeleteThis story made me think of the on going discoveries regarding dark matter. How it comprises more of the Universe than matter we can see, how we know so little about it, and yet, it holds the Universe together. I love the mystery. I love this story, and I love you my friend. Thanks for letting me join you at the fire for story time.
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