You know, considering your IQ, you're really socially retarded sometimes.

A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour.

For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn't over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you.

Do you know which is the greatest epic till date?

There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of beind except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And . . . In whatever . . . Place by whatever . . . Name or by no name at all . . . All tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.

People who don’t construe their life and don’t frame their own tale, stay on the sidelines, remain only an act without a story and turn into an 'empty box'. Out-of-the-box thinking and inventiveness remains then merely wishfull thinking. ( 'Everybody his story' ).

A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a wild and free stallion. So hold on.

The implication of this particular tale is: Trust strangers. Believe in magic.