Being Catheresque, and having mulled it over, I'm thinking "The material out of which countries are made" There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. -My Antonia
Seeing the world through story-colored spectacles? I know that's clumsy, but it seems close to what you're thinking of. Maybe "Seeing the world through story"?
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I'm thinking "The material out of which countries are made"
There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.
-My Antonia
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Because in the end,
all that remains of us in this world
are the stories people tell about us.
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"Like the Energizer Bunny, the Power of Stories goes on and on and on ..."
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The power of stories, told via the written word.
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