The only way to change the world is to change the story.
The first time I read this sentence I read it, thought I understood it and read on. That was some time ago.
The next time I read this sentence some time had passed, a few life-changing events had occurred and, while I was the same person, I wasn’t the same person and I began to understand a bit more.
The most recent time I read this sentence I stopped reading and breathed in the spirit of this sentence, as if it was a sweet-scented and familiar perfume or food or light.
The world was still the world, the sentence was still the same sentence; and, yet, everything was changed.
What’s your story?