When you are tempted to write the longest story in existence the first question that must come to mind is, what story does one tell? What story would take up that much time to tell and would it be worth the time to record it all down on paper? Would it simply be written to have the claim, or would a story truly be worthy in being that long? Is there any such story other than the story of life? Any struggle so brilliant besides the struggle of life against death? Any protagonist more profound than a beam of light cascading across the cosmos towards infinity? Or are there simply too few stories to tell worth telling? Are the bounds of man's imagination too strict as to let words spill forth to enact such an undertaking? Who, if one it must be, is worthy of writing such...or recording such a tale? Who's hands are skilled enough to tell it? To captivate an audience with it? To upheave the course of history with it? Is any "one" capable? Or is it the endeavor of every man and woman. Truly the greatest story ever told, has never been told. In fact, it can't be told by nature of it's grandeur. It is incapable of etching for the words used are insufficient. Too broad to see with one set of eyes. Too lofty to be held down by the ink from meager pens. The longest story and the greatest story are one in the same. Trials and struggles and failures and losses. Triumphs and residences and successes and winnings. Too many not to accidently forget one. Like a thought, or a breath. Countless yet exact numerations. The record exists yet none has written it. The story is there yet none has created it. It is here. It is there. It is we. It is me. It is no one. It is nothing and everything.
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