The Oldest Game

Storytelling goes way, way back. According to anthropologists, it started with fire. Earlier men and women would gather around fire, communication and speech ensued. They told about mundane things, at first, then about feelings and further down the road, they started to share pure intellectual ideas, concepts with no physical representation. This, is invention. This, is philosophy. This, is storytelling.

In more recent times, the campfire was replaced by newspapers, radios, televisions, computers. The heap of concepts conveyed through medias is tremendous. At the same time, these concepts lack in human warmth, in humane quality, pressing us to desire for things we may or may not want or need. Families are divided, the individual is praised. Storytelling allows people to evade from life's stress and live, for a short time, in an imaginary construction.

Children do it naturally through their games. They have imaginary friends. An empty plastic cup becomes precious chinaware holding tea for the visiting royalty, Princess Barbie and King Teddy. A towel and a pin makes a boy fly like Superman. Paper planes become the theater of unique episodes of Battlestar Galactica meeting Drakemen from Draconia.

Is is but a matter of imagination, of letting go and pretend, of transforming reality. Especially when alone, it happens. Maybe your coffee thermos cup is in fact an artifact from Dimension X, with limitless powers for those who know the secret incantations? Is your mirror changing you into a pop star and suddenly, hundreds of fans worship you? Do you have erotic fantasies about the model asking you, Got Milk? These also are pieces of storytelling. Almost all of us do it, though a few dare to share.

Getting past the fear of rejection and sharing imagination with others is a magical experience that can increase the fun a thousandfold, if done right. Like in theater or movies, you are an actor and become someone else, anybody else you wish you could be. With less barriers, trust and pleasure comes naturally, allowing humane relations without the usual frictions. Petty lies become a magical lubricant.

Around the campfire, in our waking dreams, we are all part of the same legends, forever.