Why are some people allowed to *keep* their illusions, to cherish them, to *live* by them, even?
While others of us have our illusions continually *shattered*, crushed, destroyed – if not by others, then we are expected to do the devilish deed our*selves* – to trample them into a million shards, irreparable fragments, under our own feet?
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I was in a traffic jamb once and a person I was with said it looks like it is going faster. I said it is'nt. A friend told me that I should not have done that as it shattered the persons illusion. I asked what happens when we get back in line and it is not moving any faster. My friend said that is not how illusions work. I don't get it.
I wonder if it is, once again, an issue of power? As in, who has the power to tell the stories that shape our reality, and who does not.
I often think that whoever believes they speak with most authority sort of 'wins', something, maybe, like what you say about 'being an asshole'? Not sure it's the same thing.
The bragging rights go to the winner. The US does not have to face the genocide of millions of Indians as they won.
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