I’m leaning against the bookshelves when it occurs to me that one thing here is real-the books. I reach behind me and let my fingers trail over the rough leather of their antique spines, then pull one free. Nobody here reads them; the books are for decoration. Chosen for the richness of their leather bindings not for the contents of their pages. Nobody will miss one, and I need a dose of reality.
How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.
That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.
Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.
Imagination should be used, not to escape reality, but to create it.
A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel… he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men… a good ruler has to learn his world’s language… it’s different for every world… the language of the rocks and growing things… the language you don’t hear just with your ears… the Mystery of Life… not a problem to solve, but a reality to experience…
Understanding must move with the flow of the process.
There is no true reality. It is just an interplay of your consciousness, awareness, thoughts, and actions.
You may be to call up the entire encyclopedia, but a brain with no heart and no reasoning .. well, nothing is more meaningless.
But George knows he can’t do that. Because, absurdly, inadequately, in spite of himself, almost, he is a representative of the hope. And the hope is not false. No. It’s just
that George is like a man trying to sell a real diamond for a nickel, on the street. The diamond is protected from all but the tiniest few, because the great hurrying majority can never stop to dare to believe that it could conceivably be real.
The supposed reality of misfiring synapses, chemical imbalances, frontal lobe anomalies and the like – did not sway her desire for escape into an alternate universe – where she could discover fascinating things about her inner world – or where she could hide from the real world.