I found these stories in a notebook I had been writing this and that down in – a sort of "diary of ideas" – and they're quite relevant to the course, I would think.
The first:
He said, he wanted me to tell him a story. I asked, what sort of story it should be, and he answered: "it shouldn't fit with reality, because words always deceive. As soon as an experience is transformed into words, it is no longer the truth. It might be something similar to it, but it is never interchangeable with it." I found that at first to be extremely strange, but after some pondering it cleared up and I do believe he was right. Life doesn't need to be a story.
The second:
She wanted to never lie and attempted to always say the truth, but more often as she wanted, she couldn't keep to her promises. In the beginning she didn't notice this, but as time went on she noticed that, despite her best intentions, she still lied, and this was a bit unnerving to her. The more she noticed that her words didn't do as she meant, she became all the more tense about this failing of words. To her, it seemed to become harder to speak, and when she finally uttered something, it tormented her to the highest degree. One noticed that she began to speak more infrequently. One day, she made the rash decision never to speak again, since her words were impostors and she didn't trust them any more. One couldn't speak a lie, if one simply never spoke. After a long while, her tongue no longer moved, and she forgot the language of her fathers. Her mind died, her memory extinguished, and her being disappeared.
The third:
Stories are like images in a mirror. They can be believable, but the most believable mirror image ist still something false, an illusion. Faces, which one makes in front of the mirror, are never found during a regular day, though they can seem soulful or true-to-life. One cann only hope to guess what the reality is.
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