What They Taught Me
I raised my hand and asked what the story meant. They told me, "There's as many meanings to this story as there are readers. It's your story." I asked about a symbol. "Symbols are deep and personal, connected to the collective unconscious, but ripe for the taking. It's your symbol." I took a story and a symbol and hung them around my heart. They told me, "Take it down! That story is wrong. That symbol means hate." I should never have raised my hand.