Faux-reality

I once wrote a paper about the effects of the romance of Disney on a the personal development of a young girl. Phenomena that cannot be explained by the human mind in concrete terms have historically been turned into a story. These tails are emotional and romantic explanations; often with a toe on the physical earth and the rest floats magically in the sky. Questions from the physical world that are beyond cognitive reasoning, are often answered by a simplistic, anecdotal, and romanticised tail. These stories aim to create a faux-reality, more beautiful than the original. It is like a Grecian sculpture of a disproportionate and inaccurate, but beautiful man.

In my paper I described the role that these stories had in changing my view of reality. There is an ease of life that comes with story. All of the beauty is surface-level in actuality, but feels deeper, because of the profound affect it causes in all the actors. However, this is only realized by an older brain. A young girl only sees the power of the script, and desires that feeling to the point of self destruction. Emotion is not so pure as is portrayed in these sorts of stories. Feelings are muddled, always muddled. I did not expect strong emotion to come in a bundle. In stories love is love, but lust, jealousy, trust, and so on are emotions of their own. Two emotions may come together, but they are not mixed. In reality, love is everything at once. It becomes clear that no feeling can be named because there are innumerable options. There are many colors, and there are many tints of each color. This is as the reality of emotion goes. We try to explain the world with stories, but our relationships are much to complicated to be expressed in words. There is no way to explain the sort of large phenomena that are trying to be explained by myth. Sometimes things just are, and cannot be reached by human hands or minds.