Ask any modern storyteller and they will say there is always a moment when they are touched with fire with what we like to call inspiration, and this goes back and back to the beginning of our race, to fire and ice, and the great winds that shaped us and our world.
The storyteller is deep inside everyone of us. The story-maker is always with us. Let us suppose our world is attacked by war, by the horrors that we all of us easily imagine. Let us suppose floods wash through our cities, the seas rise ... but the storyteller will be there, for it is our imaginations which shape us, keep us, create us — for good and for ill. It is our stories that will recreate us when we are torn, hurt, even destroyed. It is the storyteller, the dream-maker, the myth-maker, that is our phoenix, that represents us at our best, and at our most creative.
When Algore won his Nobel Peace Prize it was all over the TV and news.
But Doris Lessing also won one, in literature. And the silence was overwhelming...yet 100 years from now, I suspect her books will still be around when the tyranny of the global warming dictatorship has crumbled and we are again telling each other stories.
Full speech HERE.
Alas the USPostalService decided to stop the cheap book rate to overseas, meaning there will be fewer books for Africa or even for people like me who had to leave many of their books behind because of the cost.
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