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Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isnβt.
Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they donβt, theyβll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
There are many versions of this story. Which one have you heard? Do the children die in your version? Whoβs version is definitive? Fables, myths, and fairy tales, told so many times not even the bones of the story remain the same. The teller decides. A spell, an incantation, a curse.
There is a bomb inside you. I can say that.
It might be true but it might not be definitive. The Dali Lama says we are born in bliss and Jesus says we are born in sin. Who are you going to believe?
The magazine that you are reading right now is not the definitive text. This time, we let contributors send multiple versions of their work and you do not know which version you have or how many versions there are. People die in this version. Or, they donβt. Colors and names may be quite unreliable landmarks. Anything might happen. You know the story, donβt you?