In the beginning was the word–John 1: 1
No, this is not a religious blog–although there is certainly nothing wrong with that. I myself am a religious man, but religion is not what I want to talk about today. Since this is my first blog, I want to remind readers that narrative is at the heart of all human understanding. It is our capacity, correction, our desperate need for narrative that frames our existence.
We may be because we think but we think in narration. We are always the heroes of our own tales, and as Aristotle discovered, we always look for antagonists, if not villains. Thus the worldwide popularity of Hollywood tales and their mechanical three act structure. Thus also the need to understand the world around us in narrative arcs, to seek beginnings, middles and endings, in an echo of the way we perceive our own existence from birth to grave.
This then will be my attempt to impart some measure of narrative to the often apparently incoherent world that surrounds us. Especially here in Los Angeles, which is fast becoming the epicenter of a new kind of city and a new hybrid civilization, which takes disparate elements from myriad cultures and races, mixes them all together in unexpected ways and hurls them back out to see if they can survive in our burning alleys and polluted thoroughfares as if in some kind of mad Darwinian ordeal by fire.
Or maybe it’s all intelligent design…But that’s for another day. For now I have to get back to my book on RAND and the way the world really works…