When I was in high school I discovered that people had different opinions about Shakespeare’s plays – what they meant, what specific passages meant, where he got his ideas, etc. In the back of my mind I formulated a general notion that one day I could settle all those questions.
During college I still had a vague notion that I could write the definitive work on Hamlet, settling once and for all what it was about (which I have done – it was about “sin’s true nature”), resolving every issue, and explaining how we should go about mining its riches.
Right.
I have discovered that literature is the most perfect parallel to the cosmos. The maths and sciences seek to describe cosmos. They operate within the quest for finity as observed from the outside. They play a vital role.
But the soul that neglects story, by which I mean story rooted in the ancient dreams of the human soul, can never know the place of the sciences.
