Truth is but a resting place until the next revelation--Strike a Chord of Silence
Personal lore is a dubious drink, for the flavor changes each time you bring it to your lips. Given enough aging-from my own experience-the product is more fiction than fact-but what fact is not ripe for becoming fiction?-I find that if I scrutinize any moment's ramble of my past, the story often breaks down into a mix of dreams, past conversation, and maybe something I read or heard. A person might say that something such as daydream is not real, and certainly not biographical. But I would have to disagree. How can one come to an understanding of the tangible without embracing the chimerical?-embracing personal myth.