[Tao] A myth about beginnings

Day 1,252, 10:24 • Published in Japan Japan • by Sophia Forrester

This is an experiment in storytelling. Anyone is welcome to read or participate but first, some ground rules.

1. Anyone is allowed to participate.
2. People can know who is participating by the tag [Tao] in an article.
3. There is no continuity unless people want there to be.
3a. If you want to ignore someone else's story, feel free.
4. Try not to say anything you wouldn't want children to read.

If there have to be more rules, someone else can add them later.

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I was all alone at home on a Sunday, and there was no one else around, so I decided to explore the back yard. This was back before I think I remember knowing what my name was, so it could have happened to anyone. But just for fun, I'm going to say that it happened to me. So I went through some woods and spotted a lion.

The lion was very quiet and at first I thought it was petrified, but as I got closer, I could see that it was a statue of a lion. No, wait! That would be boring. A giant statue of a lion that was too big to see.

So, um, wouldn't you know it, but I was in the desert by that point too. Funny how if you keep walking forever in one direction, you run out of trees.

I kept going and hoping that someone would run out of land or maybe air, or that there would be a river to follow to find the sea. But as far as I recall, I never got that far. So maybe this wasn't something that happened to me at all. Maybe I dreamed it, or heard it from someone else, and it was all my imagination.

For everything else, well, I leave it all to you. Plato is listening.