“The illusion of reality”. Dangerous grounds! How does one distinguish between illusion and reality, when reality for each is influenced by our past, our education and our emotions?
What on earth was I letting us all in for by proposing this as the theme?
Lying in bed very early this morning (woken at 3.30 by a security company who were insisting my alarm was going off, even though their radio has been removed from it and lies unattached to anything waiting to be collected by them) and thinking about how many times this week I have seen other people’s reality assessed, evaluated and found admirable or wanting by others.
The child whose imagination runs away and makes a whole different world, an adult with delusions of adequacy. How do we know that this isn’t real for them, even though from our viewpoint it’s not real?
This is all very tricky. So I betook me to a place where I know the illusion isn’t real, but where I can open up my mind to accept the impossible; the theatre.
The hush and rustle of an audience, like gentle snores from next to you in bed, leading you into a world where odd things may happen, yet you accept them as true to dwell a little longer in their world.
Suspension of reality. That was the phrase used by some teacher to me as a youngster, explaining the ‘magic’ of the theatre.
So the wife who doesn’t recognise her husband, even though he is wearing the same clothes as when she saw him last, but is deceived by the addition of a moustache! Wonderfully funny, IF you suspend your knowledge and walk off into the illusion.
A break from reality is good for us. But how dangerous when we don’t want to leave it because our reality is too dreadful to confront.