25 Mar His: A Feast of Language #2
Stories are at the core of our being. They move us more than facts and logic ever will.
Goya is at the core of what stories provide us that makes them so powerful. Or better yet, goya is what we must possess to bring stories to life. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
For a more in-depth look at Goya and what it means to us, there is a full post on our Patreon page. Here, I just wanna share a story many of you may have heard from Rick Grimes on the Walking Dead. I can’t describe why, but stories like this and the feelings they conjure in me feel almost supernatural.
Well, when I was a kid, my mother told me a story. There was a road to a kingdom, and there was a rock in the road. And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off. People would lose the goods they’d be coming to sell. That’s what happened to a little girl. The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off.
It broke. Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone. That was her family’s last chance. They were hungry. They didn’t have any money. She just sat there and cried, but she wondered why it was still there for it to hurt someone else.
So she dug at that rock in the road with her hands till they bled, used everything she had to pull it out. It took hours.
And then when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it.
It was a bag of gold. The king had put that rock in the road because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward. They deserved to have their life changed for the good…forever.
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