I sometimes wonder whether we lost or gained more with the advent of the written word and especially our modern obsession with video. We hear tales of the storytellers of old, who wove fantastical worlds out of the air, using just the varied tones of their voices.
Of course, storytellers still exist in the world, in many different forms. But in the past it was common to find traveling storytellers, bards and musicians who kept stories alive for generations, sharing past wisdom and singing of the exploits of heroes and Gods.
It’s a dying art in our modern age, and I imagine we would be losing something precious if it were to cease to exist.
How exciting would it be to have a weary traveler come into your town and simply share the stories he has accumulated over the years, enlightening us all.
Or maybe I am the only one who thinks it would be interesting, such is life.