Preface
What is Laloym? Where does it come from? And what might it do for me?
Attempting to answer these questions by way of direct proclamation would be neither enjoyable nor effective. It would be like spooning flour, butter, sugar, eggs, and baking soda into one’s mouth and hoping they become a cake in the stomach. I would prefer instead to share with you an important story—a “word cake”, if you’ll allow me to put the icing on this half-baked analogy.
We humans have always viewed life through a narrative lens. We enjoy stories, we learn from stories, and we live stories. Far from being a mere human quirk, storytelling is the means by which meaning penetrates our psyches more deeply—past the point of verbal comprehension, down to the level where it can be truly felt. It gives us the freedom to find and extract meaning for ourselves, which in turn makes the embedded meaning more, well… meaningful. One might think of it like the difference between unpacking a sword from a box and pulling it from a stone.
What follows is a myth that will be revealed one chapter at a time. It contains a mix of prose and poetry that I hope you’ll find both entertaining and stimulating. And while each line has been crafted slowly and thoughtfully, the meaning that emerges from between the lines will likely say more about the reader than the writer.
In any case, I hope you enjoy