Our narratives enable us to make sense of the world. From setting the scene and providing a means to understand what is happening, to placing ourselves at the centre of our own life's story, narratives help structure our goals and our lives. But there is a danger that rather than helping us understand the world, narratives can hide reality from us providing delusional states of mind in its place. From witch hunts to cults, from war propaganda to religious honour killings, people are prepared to kill and die for stories they believe in, that others regard as false illusions.
Should we recognise that our narratives are the product of our imagination and we are as much trapped by them as we are dependent on them? Can we escape the limitation of our own narratives to see the world as it is, and if so how? Or is it time to re-evaluate our use of narrative forms, acknowledge their limits, and open ourselves up to new possibilities?