Kuzcotopia
If you can read this, you are as lucky as I am.
Something's been percolating in my brain all week. I've been an atheist for a long time, but recently, it's been remarked by several that the act of storytelling, or the production and reverence of narratives, is essentially a religious idea.
I have been in love with storytelling my whole life, as an appreciator of the stories of others and as a teller of stories myself. I play tabletop role-playing games, which is like a collaborative story, and I have two degrees in Literature. It has never occurred to me that this love that I feel for these stories might actually be divine in nature.
Traditional western theistic religions hold nothing for me at all. These are obviously modes of social and cultural control that keep the poor satisfied with being poor, thinking about the next life instead of the one before them.
I struggle with the idea of revering nature or a pantheon of pagan gods that match my genealogy. While I respect the rhythms of the natural world and the echoes of cultures that help to shape me today, I feel like my role is to leave them behind or move forward, and not allow myself to be mediated by them. Pagan mythology is certainly filled with the kinds of stories I respect though.
I can never be a mystic, or seek any affirmations in mediation, because I love my stream of language. The turmoil of thoughts are like muses to me, and I love the conflicts and the pleasure and the pain that come from them. Language is the source of my narrative flow and without it there are no connections and no creativity.
So here's my challenge. How do I make my love of narratives into a religion? Are there any precedents for this? Is it possible I am not even religious about narratives at all and maybe I'm just using them as a form of cognitive self-therapy? What possible practices could I create for myself that produce my transcendent feelings, the kind that I only get from narrative creation?
I have been in love with storytelling my whole life, as an appreciator of the stories of others and as a teller of stories myself. I play tabletop role-playing games, which is like a collaborative story, and I have two degrees in Literature. It has never occurred to me that this love that I feel for these stories might actually be divine in nature.
Traditional western theistic religions hold nothing for me at all. These are obviously modes of social and cultural control that keep the poor satisfied with being poor, thinking about the next life instead of the one before them.
I struggle with the idea of revering nature or a pantheon of pagan gods that match my genealogy. While I respect the rhythms of the natural world and the echoes of cultures that help to shape me today, I feel like my role is to leave them behind or move forward, and not allow myself to be mediated by them. Pagan mythology is certainly filled with the kinds of stories I respect though.
I can never be a mystic, or seek any affirmations in mediation, because I love my stream of language. The turmoil of thoughts are like muses to me, and I love the conflicts and the pleasure and the pain that come from them. Language is the source of my narrative flow and without it there are no connections and no creativity.
So here's my challenge. How do I make my love of narratives into a religion? Are there any precedents for this? Is it possible I am not even religious about narratives at all and maybe I'm just using them as a form of cognitive self-therapy? What possible practices could I create for myself that produce my transcendent feelings, the kind that I only get from narrative creation?