Let’s imagine that in the blink of an eye our history blinks out, disappears, and suddenly we see everything as everything is, rather than having to peer through the obscurantic veil of memory.
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Let’s imagine that in the blink of an eye our history blinks out, disappears, and suddenly we see everything as everything is, rather than having to peer through the obscurantic veil of memory.
Fatherhood is a role. Employee, Lover and Victim are roles. Actors demonstrate right relationship to roles. Sir Laurence Olivier never confused himself with King Lear. Off the boards, he was immediately Larry. This was another role, a starring turn in a little drama called “The Story of Me.” Roles don’t matter, only the degree to which we identify with them. What we identify with, we suffer from.