I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark.
Why do we need a story, asked Gaia.
We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand.
He thrust his arms in front of him, his fists closed. Gaia touched Mark’s right hand, Julia, then, touched his left. Mark opened both hands, but they were empty.
It’s a trick, said Gaia.
No it isn’t, said Mark. Even if you can’t see it, it does not mean it isn’t there.
He brought his hands together and looked at the girls over his open palms.
And what if I see it, asked Gaia.
Then it does not mean it’s there. Can’t you see the story?