“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.”
He wrote that in Mother Night in 1961. I’m sure at the time most everyone took that whole idea as a literary maneuver but now that The Secret is Out we should all be understanding that Kurt was right about this phenomenon.
I once read an angry slam against something the pet psychic from TV, Sonya Fitspatrick, had said about pretending when approaching animal communication for the first time. Gosh. It is kind of astonishing the rage that boiled up in this guy. He ranted on and on about how that statement proves that the whole pet psychic thing is a sham. It’s truly strange to watch someone bury themselves in their logic and anger that way. What chance does he have for meaning or happiness in his life if he can’t pretend something different from time to time. Of course there is no helping him. He has decided how things are and that’s just that. Period. End of story. That is a man pretending to be logical and it has got to be a hard life course. It’s no wonder his rage bubbles up so easily. My heart goes out to him. Glad though that it wasn’t up to him to invent the wheel.
I think I have always understood pretend. Quite consciously. I haven’t always understood how to use it to it’s best potential but even lost in hopeless muddles I have understood that I could pretend myself to a different life experience. It just depends on how strongly you hold the idea of reality being what you see rather than what you dream. For awhile I used a tag line, “life is but a dream, so let’s get lucid!” I may start using that again.
This whole thing just makes the logical people (the grown ups) CRAZY! Back in the 50’s a lot of women got shock treatments for this kind of blasphemy. My mother was one. Finally in the end she was driven crazy. It took me a long time and more than a little courage to become like my mother. Times are changing and I’m glad the secret is out even if the grown ups still rage.
“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.”