Given that we are the only creatures (that we know of) that can tell stories about ourselves;
and given that we live bound up in the stories we tell;
and given that stories of any kind can be more or less truthful, more or less kind, more or less generous, more or less creative, more or less freeing of our enormous potential…
… given all of this, don’t we have a profound responsibility to question the stories we were handed? To not just take things ‘as they are’?
And to actively find – and consciously live by – the most truthful, kind, generous, creative, possibility-freeing stories about ourselves, about others, and about life that we can?