To read the story I think I know and to discover just how much I don’t! To find the perspective by which I’ve never seen this story before. To hear the voice I’ve never before heard. To linger over the details—or just one—to realize connections between content and context—to fall into distraction on the journey from here to there—coming to realize, I can get from here to there in a way I’ve never tried before.
Because when it comes to story, why would I ever even think I know where I need to get anyway? Doesn’t a story take me? If I presume to take the story, can’t I only get where I know to go?