Those of you who know me, know I love books.
However, I used to stay clear of fiction because I believed it to be a waste of time, and of little-to-no value.
I’m glad to say I was wrong, and my opinion has now changed.
Because the more I learned about MYTHOLOGY, the more it became readily apparent to me:
Fictional works have within them GREATER capacity for truth-telling than any collection of facts could ever dream of.
It might sound counter-intuitive at first, but really think about it for a second:
Facts are limited by reality.
Confined to what has happened.
Whereas fiction is limited only according to the imagination of its author.
Further, I genuinely believe a lot of the classics, the works of fiction that have been continued to inspire generation after generation, decades and centuries after they were first written… contain an almost INHUMAN element to them.
Many of them were straight up channeled, touching on a vein only accessible via divine inspiration, in which the authors were merely vessels, their hand guided by something above and beyond themselves.
Read more fiction.
Contrary to what you might have initially thought… you may be pleasantly surprised by what you find, and how these works of art can touch you, and leave you better than before.
Shoutout to @TateTheTalisman for the encouragement