CATHARSIS
The topic: Telling a story to someone who was not there when it happened. We wish someone had been there to witness what we experienced and so we tell a close friend about that day, that night, that hour. Pleasant or unpleasant we unload the details and hope in our retelling some answer comes of it- that our close friend has some insight or solution. There is of course no solution because the event has already occurred and is now a memory. It has ceased to exist and remains only in our mind in that phantom place that holds our past. We trot it out from time to time when we are reminded of that day, that night , that hour. Any insight that is discovered or given to us by our close friend, our audience is now rendered useless. The event has already occurred and it is now over. It ceases to be. What then do we gain by retelling a story? Catharsis. We allow it to leave us and hopefully remain as a memory- as something that once was, that day , that night, that ...