From time to time he thinks about his religious upbringing. For a while, his parents belonged to a progressive, hippie-ish community called the Lord’s Chapel. The congregants met in a high school gym or at potluck dinners, where they sometimes spoke in tongues. What bound them together was a belief that they could find new truths in ancient words. It’s a universal need—to take something obscure, find patterns in it, and eventually unlock it. It’s the same urge, he’ll come to realize, that led us to invent narratives. To tell stories. http://www.wired.com/underwire/2013/03/primer-shane-carruth/all/