The Coolness of Warmth

There is something particularly alluring and enchanting, captivating, really, of not just the written word but stories overall.

A cloudy scene of a snow capped mountain looming over closer, forested mountains, the closest of which is populated by pine trees, the majority of which are green, but are interspersed with orange trees, covered in snow. Taken by eberhard grossgasteiger, 2019. Sourced from Pexels.

There is something particularly alluring and enchanting, captivating, really, of not just the written word but stories overall. Since as far back as humanity goes, written and orally, we have told stories. Among each other, to relate the location of resources, to entertain, to educate.

To attempt to explain our existence in a vast and intimidating universe.

And now, there are so many ways to do so. Books, Films, Video Games, Tabletop Games, Comics, Songs, Art.

Naturally, I do not know about you nor your view on this.

But as for I.

There is a particular calming coolness to the warmth of such expressions of joy, sorrow, ponderings, and...

Humanity...