A great story is something special to me. I love all kinds of stories. But what's a T-rex got to do with a wormhole and my love of stories? More importantly, what do stories have to do with humanity's searching for meaning? I was a weird kid. At least, I think so. At a really young age, I recall wondering if other people possessed self-awareness or sentience. Okay, I didn't know those words when I was all of five or six, but I distinctly recall wondering if, in essence, other people were capable of thinking about what they were doing--to think about thinking--or if they were essentially robots going through life with no free will. I wondered if I was the only one with such awareness.
Thankfully, I figured out pretty quickly that every person has sentience and I was not alone or special in that way. But that got me starting thinking in rather philosophical terms. I was perplexed by the fact that I was stuck in here, inside my own head, and unable to experience the thoughts and feelings of other people. I didn't know it then, but I was running up against the metaphysical barrier that exists between every person. We're all individuals capable only of experiencing what someone else experiences if they communicate it to us somehow. But this is always an indirect experien