The land, the story teller and the great cauldron of making

Once upon a time in a land like ours in some ways and not like ours in others, there were great storytellers. Into each generation, century after century, a storyteller was born. The storyteller had a very important task. These stories kept the land, as it should be - operational and human. Everyone knew this deep down inside, although they rarely thought about it. Life went on with its joys , turning points, work and sorrows. All these things the storyteller wove together to create the richest of fabrics, and the fibers from which it was made were your own! Life made sense and you lived it, with your strengths and your weaknesses, but overall you tried to do your best. When the storyteller told your story you knew who you were and you knew you belonged no matter what.