What if our stories are more important than we are?
We don't know how our consciousness effects the fabric of reality.
Maybe there is a memory larger than us that records what we write.
Maybe the screen our lives are shown on is actually the lens of a camera.
The unobserved life is not worth living.
An observed life becomes a story.
A life woven into story is observed by many and intertwined with many.
What life is more observed than a story which has been connected to all the stories of the past and maybe the future?