Fight fight fight!

The end-of-year stories, first the stories about the dead in November, and then the tales about the end of the year and then about charity in December, are a hot broth for vanity.

People can not only get excited. We want to get excited. We seek to get excited. We color our lives with all the emotions we have. That’s why we love stories. They are an extremely efficient way to get excited. Each storyteller loves his and that love is of the normal emotions that we activate and that we want to activate to fill our lives of meaning: it is vanity.

Life makes sense if we direct it, and we direct it only when we are excited. You know, reader, that it is very, very different to go through a street in which no one moves you, to pass by one street in which that person excites you. But the street has not changed at all. The stage is nothing. What it is, the only thing that turn on the life, is the emotion that makes us look at that street, look the whole world in a different way.

Vanity is a passion: it is a way of moving, a way of doing things. Emotions are reactions to what happens. There are, then, two ways of vanity: when it is a reaction, and when it is an action.

The fights between storytelling tend to be the most violent. First, in the statements. They ignite the spirits, they do not speak to learn, they do not question what it contains or how struct and construct with their story, but they insult one each other.

Starting with ridicule. Laughter is the expression of superiority. You laugh, I laugh, we laugh when someone is inferior to us. The one underneath does not laugh. That’s why laughter we all like, and laugh offends us all.

The storytellers fight because each one says that his story is the truth. Storytellers are skillful weavers, but they do not see beyond their noses.

The stories never speak of objects that appear in the physical world. That’s why they’re so exciting. Nature is mute, nature is the physis, and is nothing exciting. It’s just there, like a cow on the road. Stories refer and react to what we want, to what we love or hate. The stories are in the world that most strongly moves us: ourlove, our hate. The stories are real, even if they are not true.

Before entering on a fight about if the Day of All Saints (a mixture of tales Nahuas, Mazahuas, Castilians, Catholics and Pixar and mexican urban histories) or Halloween (a mixture of tales Saxon, Vikings, Catholics and Pixar and Tim Burton) is or is not true, stop. Or ignite yourself. But do not believe for a second that you will learn something. Although anecdotes and bruises will give you material to continue telling stories.

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A preguntar y revisar

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