Birth, Life Span, Death

I want to tell a simple, coherent story, hopefully of interest to someone other than myself.

I want this simple, coherent story to match my apprehension of truth and reality.

Somehow it is, by this second condition, no longer simple or coherent.

I do not understand why.

Take this “simple” story, which I borrow from Hegel,

A man is born; he lives his life; he dies.

Or this, same as the above, with the addition of one word,

A man is born; he lives his life; he dies. Groovy.

The story is simple, coherent, and arresting. It is almost more than I, personally, am able to take.

I don’t know why any other story is “necessary”.

We might get bored telling each other this story, and only this story, over and over, so what?

We’re here to entertain each other?