It is amazing the degree of self-delusion that we are capable of!
I came across a cartoon in the New Yorker which shows a guy in his armchair, newspaper on his lap. He is glancing down at the floor to the right where the viewer sees an envelope half-sticking out from under a closed door. The caption reads: “Jim receives a note under the door and is intrigued, especially because it’s the closet door.” Are we intrigued by the notes that our heart keeps sliding out to our side of the door as it tries to give us insights into ourselves? Do we open the notes, or do we refuse to deal with them? Do we have such an idealized view of ourselves that we will not countenance any information which does not confirm that view?
It is amazing the degree of self-delusion that we are capable of; we say that things aren’t so bad even while the house of our…
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