Do you believe in fiction?
Fiction is not only reserved for theatrical drama.
Rather, fiction is the reality of our belief system. For what we tell ourselves is as fictional as what we would like to believe.
A riddle:
Images of unknown character, and miscellaneous origins, echo loudly through our silent vibrating mind. And as it struggles with overwhelming sensory perceptions, in a frenzied puzzled rush, it knows but one action: delusion.
Where is logic when angels mingle with devils on a playground made for eternal gods?
Where is logic when suns turn into moons; shining through rainbows and hovering deserted landscapes where once kings roamed and peasants battled?
Gentle people of the world, if one truth may be exposed it is the truth of the scriptures.
...who wrote the manuscript?
Another riddle:
Ephemeral drama of past dreams live longer in the lingering minds of theatrical plays.
...that is...
Provided writer and actor are but one.
The lonely creature in the shadows; pulling the string of curtains, sound and lights.
Yet, the riddle remains: what is the ephemeral drama?
Addendum:
How truthfully are the images of the mind?
For the logic of the above suggests nothing else but fiction.
And yet, we live, and swear, by imagination. Deceiving the harsh realities of the opposing observers. For, surely, even when a matter is observed by two different individuals, two different realities are true.
One must conclude the harsh truth of the mind:
Truth is what the mind perceives as logical in accordance with what the eye transmits to the mind.
Eye and mind are, then, surely united.
Not to neglect the other senses, for all senses are as important as each individual one. With a slight distinction of the eye. For no mind thinks in sounds, smell or tastes, but rather in images.
If all sensory perception is vibrating energy, and humans cannot see energy, surely we must realize that all is transmitted into images. Tangible or not, the mind does not distinguish, for it acts on images…
The same being applicable for words and the images they, individually, create in both transmission and reception. There can be no doubt to this fact. A word is more than a sound. It's a vivid image.
Following the same logic, emotion is nothing else but the motion of pictures projected inside the mind. Linking above statements in a tight niche.
And concluding this simple reflection as we started.
Do you believe in fiction?
Believe it or not, it does not matter for the subconscious mind. For as long as a particular image is painted on the walls of the mind, it is hardly ever removed. If anything, it is rather replaced by painting over the existing one.
Hence... or, …perhaps, the fictional theater of the mind transmutes the world in recognizable pictures. Differently scattered in accordance with the imaginary capacity of each individual.
So, what is fiction and where does it differ from reality?
...and we would not believe the above to be true, there would be no reality, nor fiction.
There would be a dark void and the echoing hush of a closed curtain.
Lastly… surely below statement must also be valid:
Search not in a painter's brush the stroke-pattern of the painting. For it exists only on the once-was-white-canvas.
End of thought.