Is it true that there are just ten stories to which life is distilled in the end? What are those stories about? What makes them special? What is it about them that warrants re-telling?
Are they a conscious distillation of all of life’s material, or is there perhaps something subconscious and profound going on?
According to Danish philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard:
“Life can only be understood backwards,
although it must be lived forwards”.