The tragic thing is that so many live their entire lives in illusion.
The Wright Brothers were bicycle mechanics
but saw the reality that they were not limited by what they knew.
They were only limited by what they could dream.
So are you.
~Dr. Rodney B. Jackson~
Came home yesterday from work and after weeks and weeks of restless busyness, finally found the inner calm to sit down and read a book cover to cover – “One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel García Márquez.
The style of writing drew me in and kept me hooked through the twists and turns. So precise was the detail that I felt like I was breathing in the air of Macondo, as if the characters, the places were coming alive and enacting their lives out in front of me. I was caught in the web of conspiracy, of silences and vows, of love and lust and heart breaks, in a family that grew and then declined in size, yet retained some of its most distinctive characteristics through the ages. It felt like the chronicling of a civilization, of human beings and their follies, the myths, the superstitions, the self-imposed limitations and illusions.
Then there were the minds: the one’s that tried to live a life bound by tradition and upbringing, claiming as mad the one’s who broke through those chains. It’s the characters that lived unbound that drove everyone else around them mad.
Doesn’t that sound too close to truth? to real life?
I find it fascinating, in a very absorbing way, to dissect human behavior, the reasons, the motivations, that underlay each action. consciously or subconsciously, we are playing out parts in a play. The delicate balance that we each strive to achieve, the way we get upset when another character forgets or neglects to play by the rules. The unwritten rule that keeps everything in balance.
Nothing seems to upset us more than someone.. anyone… going against our notion of what is right. What if we stopped and questioned ourselves?
My version of reality, of truth, of justice, of actions leading to a different destination, maybe very different from the one you envision for yourself. Does that invalidate either your reality or mine? What is reality anyway? While one person may deny the collective experience and memory of another, does that wipe out what actually took place in that collective consciousness?
There is a deliciousness with which the author portrays reality as it is seen through different eyes. While neither confirming, nor denying each reality, somehow the whole picture comes together. Reality becomes an intricate patter woven into a silk carpet – there is no beginning and there is no end.
What if life is like that? What you think of as your reality is actually your illusion? What if your illusion and your reality collapsed into each other – would you still be happy? Would your life still be worth living?
Interesting questions and I am off to mull over them over a cup of tea 😀 If you have read the book and it brought out something in you too, leave a comment and let me know 🙂
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Posted on December 13, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged book review, Earth, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Games, Illusion, One Hundred Years of Solitude, philosophy, Reality, Virtual Reality, Wright Brothers. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.