Narrative is a curious beast and whether or not we assert it as resident or absent in minds, lives, cultures and selves – notice that we only ever invoke and generate more words when we debate a point upon it.
I think we do just as well to consider that in as much as human beings do inhabit narratives, those narratives also inhabit us.
The narrative form and flow of (all) these words as instances of communication represents something beyond words and beyond their primary transmission medium of ourselves.
The narrative form is an adaptive, complex morphological entity – it is an optimally concise form of information encoding, both in and as us.
Our words and worlds are wrapped as they are around proxy musical scores of words and patterned meanings.
This is how we become the optimal transmission medium for an enigmatic closure that is our own primary method of cognitive self-propagation.
Narrative is a method by which the words and patterned information of our world reproduces itself through us, and us through it.
The dissonance of an a-teleological self and unstoried life referenced here is really just another kind of (inverse) narrative, a reminder that none of these things are ontological primitives. There is always more…