Opening Notes


The Storied Path is our path to living a meaningful life. Just as we take the juice of the grape and ferment it into wine we take the fruit of our experience and turn it into narrative and story extracting meaning from our living. Just as the ingredients for the creation of wine is held within the elements of the grape, the elements of a meaningful life are held within our lived experiences. Motion, time, and appearance are the ingredients of meaning. We live as events in an ever-changing event. Objects are temporary entities created by our stories.

The machine is rising and if we are not careful, we will be eaten by it. We will loose the ability to tell stories.

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines to-day also. There is more wool and flax in the fields. There are new lands, new men, new thoughts. Let us demand our own works and laws and worship.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Stephen’s Note

Facts tell you little about the purpose of existence. I have come to the conclusion that only a poetic spirit can discover what it means to be human. And being human is, at the end of the day, what it’s all about. Knowledge broadens our horizons, helps us see further into the fogs of mystery but that’s it. Knowledge doesn’t really help when you ask: what lies beyond the fogs? My name is Stephen. I am a writer and poet. I live in the same darkness, and I am surrounded by the same mystery as you, my dear reader. I know that the meaning of life is not discovered in books or in some complicated plot of a great novel, the meaning of life is discovered in living out our own story. If our story needs to be written down and anchored to some part of history then that must be done very carefully and creatively. For just as one can only see a very small part of an iceberg, most of an individual’s reality happens out of the view of others.

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