There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

Memory is a political act. Forgetfulness is the handmaiden of tyranny.

The very act of story-telling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of the narrative, is by definition holy. We tell stories because we can't help it. We tell stories because we love to entertain and hope to edify. We tell stories because they fill the silence death imposes. We tell stories because they save us.