Wednesday, 11 March 2015
Accuracy of our perception of reality is not always desirable. Illusion is a pleasant and often indispensable anesthaetic. Our desire for accuracy of our map of objective reality is always measured against the pain of seeing things as they are, uncoloured, unsweetened. It is a dish few people can stomach unseasoned with illusion. Accuracy is an option, always to be weighed against the measure of pain necessary to digest objective reality. Most often we would rather create our own reality, even though our version of reality can be neither real nor satisfying, than face the stark truth of a reality we may not yet be mature enough and prepared enough to understand.