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The Art Of Disillusion

The illusion is reality. The only contradiction is the observer.

All problems are illusions of the mind. Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it. One day everything will be well, that is our hope. Everything’s fine today, that is our illusion. How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by such misunderstandings? How many opportunities have you been denied or, for that matter, awarded because someone failed to see you properly? How many friends have you lost, how many have you gained, because they glimpsed some element of your personality that shone through for only an instant, and in circumstances you could never reproduce? There’s a difference between playing and playing games. The former is an act of joy, the latter an act. An illusion threatens no one with harm. Neither can it be dispelled by armed force.

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances. Because an illusion is an illusion. Reality always exists despite the facade. In order to share one’s true brilliance one initially has to risk looking like a fool: genius is like a wheel that spins so fast, it at first glance appears to be sitting still. The whole thing’s illusion and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s what people want from us. It’s what they expect. Don’t believe everything you think. Thoughts are just that thoughts.

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep. Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is. Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it’s place? Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be, like the reality of yesterday, an illusion tomorrow. Social Media gives people an illusory sense of being LIKED. If we choose to, we can live in a world of comforting illusions. We can allow ourselves to be deceived by false realities. Or we can use them to hide our true intentions.

There will be time, there will be a time. To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet. What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion. Illusion is Reality’s coy lover who cheers him when he is grim. Illusion is cunning to his wisdom of ages, wit oblivion to his knowledge. A bounty to his lack. There is an old illusion. It is called good and evil. There is an optical illusion about every person we meet. But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing. Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.

I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. Forgive me. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life’s illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe. Very occasionally, if you pay really close attention, life doesn’t suck. Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.

People care much more for how things look than how things are. Sanity is not about confrontation. It’s about filtering. Having a stable and happy life is about saying “no” to crazy people, not about inviting them in and then hoping that confrontations are going to make them sane. In the beginning there was faith which is childish; trust which is vain; and illusion which is dangerous. Your goodness must have some edge to it else it is none. Silence is a lie that screams at the light. If it looks real and feels real, do you think it matters if it’s real?

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.


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