A kernel of truth

 After our class watching The Big Fish I have had quite a few thoughts and tangents about what being a storyteller is all about. In the movie we are swept away by the father's stories, despite there being what seems to be a large amount of "flavor" put into it. As to say the tales seem a little too tall at times, yet still show a connected narrative that holds these kernels of truth of what had happened. Put as opposed to focusing on what did or did not happen I find myself thinking more about what did NOT happen in the story. All of the "flavor" in the story, the tall part of the tall tale. In this I wonder if it really matters what is true or not in retelling the tale when retelling it with the flavor almost seems to add a bit of magic back into the mundane world as we know it. It harkens back to childhood days where belief in the tales of Santa Claus always seem to make the holidays more magical and warm than what they seem now. When we allow ourselves to seep into these stories and allow the stories to become real to us it allows a bit of that wonder back into our lives. Yet there is still that kernel of truth within said stories that tether us like a space walking astronaut back to what we know more or less as concrete in the world. Though one must also wonder if a tether like this is even necessary and if we should not simply allow our worlds to meld.