Here’s a quote I read a couple of days ago. I will quote it here in its entirety:
“The artist is originally a man who turns from reality because he cannot come to terms with the demand for the renunciation of instinctual satisfaction as it is first made, and who then in phantasy-life allows full play to his erotic and ambitious wishes. But he finds a way of return from this world of phantasy back to reality; with his special gifts he moulds his phantasies into a new kind of reality, and men concede them a justification as valuable reflections of actual life. Thus by a certain path he actually becomes the hero, king, creator, favourite he desired to be, without pursuing the circuitous path of creating real alterations in the outer world. But this he can only attain because other men feel the same dissatisfaction as he with the renunciation demanded by reality, and because this dissatisfaction, resulting from the displacement of the pleasure-principle by the reality principle, is itself a part of reality. “
I like this quote and I felt like posting it here. Perhaps you might like it too. There is nothing much to elaborate upon really, other than that the text speaks for itself. And even this is saying to much. But I would like to add only this – artists are not the only folks in town who are creating alternate realities out of wishful thinking and fantasy. Our beloved doctors and teachers are entangled in their respective ideals of health and education, which carry no validity beyond their cultural and social matrix. Our lawyers and politicians confuse the rule of law and the maxim of justice with arbitrary conventions and historical accidents. And I, Magnus Formica, abuse the common sense left and right, exaggerate and generalize without evidence, and engage in the fruitless exercise of obscurantism by trying to suit the words and meanings to my ends and to spin the world to my trumpet. No job can be done, nothing can be said or written without an element of trickery and the essential component of wishful thinking. Without the devil inside no man can become a saint. Language is not a means of communication, but, rather, an elusive barrier designed for self-defense and concealment. Survival demands fantasy. To live is to pretend. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but never without it. You need to pull yourself up by your bootstraps to stand with both feet on the ground. And if you want to touch reality and experience transcendence, don’t forget to wear your gloves. A helmet and an umbrella might also come in handy. Perhaps, what appears as a sunshine is nothing but a rain drop in disguise. The frog is a princess. And the mountain is a see. My torso is a flower and your eye is a bee.
Oh, I almost forgot – the quote comes from Freud.