The ear draws forth the story. —Italo Calvino In Praise of Listening There’ll come a time, say the Anishinaabe, when the world’s people will arrive at a fork in the road. The air will be too thick to breathe, and it will no longer be possible to dip a cup into a stream and bring out fresh water to drink. At that time, they say, we’ll have to walk back along the paths of our ancestors, retrieving all the many treasures they have left behind. Each of us will find something that we need: some tale, some parable, some crucial story. We’ll pick it up and put it in our knapsack — whatever we can carry, large or small — and together we will walk on down the road.
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