Storyteller Tree
by Detlef
When I saw this tree in the warm light of the evening sun I was overwhelmed by an archaic feeling of connectedness with my long-gone past. Not my individual past, but the past of our societies, our species: Homo Sapiens.

In the rare warm evenings we used to sit and talk under the storyteller tree and tell stories to make sense out of our lifes – or simply to gossip and to keep in touch and up to date.

Scripture had not been invented yet, so we just talked. If we had a storyteller among us, we heard stories, often the same stories told over and over again in different ways.

Than came scripture, which was holy, eventually there was writing, books, radio and tv. We did not gather to exchange stories any more. We seldom talked any more. We sat and watched. We became consumers. The sense of our lifes emanated from the televison screen.

Than came the internet and we started to talk to each other again. We started to write to each other again. There a not any longer very few senders and an overwhelming majority of mere recipients. Now everybody is a sender.

I liked Rob Long’s comment in Fred Wilson’s Blog: the internet and the social media are leading us back to the old days of conversation, talk and storytelling.

Perhaps the internet is our new storyteller tree.

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