The escapism of a dead-end labyrinth

It is not new, it is not the first time, nor the last time that a person, family, culture, country or other group of living beings tries to escape from their reality, life in its maximum expression is that everything that allows us to imagine everything. There is not always conformity with this reality, to escape from it is to live in a different way, to escape from reality is to self-create one's own life, to escape from reality is to live in the imagination and make it real before our eyes. At certain times it is valid to break the rules, not because you have a sociopathic feeling (or try to justify it), but because the rules can also be wrong, if they were always perfect, ethics and morals would not have changed since the beginning of our history and scientists were still being persecuted for being occult witches and would be burned in the fires for their alchemical practices. Expressing this desire for alternate but parallel reality can be done from a madhouse, in a temple, in a university, in a company, etc. Even on a sheet of paper where a Decalogue with 11 commandments is written, all men have the duty to instruct themselves, but all men also have the duty to instruct others, but...

We can easily learn that the different books that have been written throughout history have had a very similar purpose, but even so these make them different from each other, beyond their plot, their narrative form, is what makes that difference. This is the power of literature, which, although it sometimes has one or another pattern, is always unpredictable and allows us to create our perfect world, without or without common sense, with innovative feeling. The beauty of literature lies in its originality , it invites us to be ourselves, by nature to give ourselves to the truth, however relative it may be. To take risks, not to make prejudices, to doubt always, and above all to get to write for everybody. Sometimes it is not necessary to use such sophisticated words, those words that at a certain moment could be fashionable, after giving an air of modernity, become wrinkles, which will allow us in the future to easily determine the time of this writing. So, books are those corrections of reality made by thousands of people in the world, some in a more intimate way, others in a more dramatic way, those who narrate the solitary death or the most superficial happiness that the human being can feel.

Psychological novels show us how we are. We want to know each other and we also want to know a perfect world, made to measure, chemically we are star dust, perhaps we are among many other forms of life, seekers of the truth of the universe or the universal truth (we do not yet know). It is necessary a collective thought that ages and does not allow us to create stupid rules. With a good imagination we must always walk in this Labyrinth and get out once in a while so that from the outside we can see it and be able to create a way out for it. When will we get out? I think many of us would not like to continue to see humanity eternally condemned as a prisoner immersed in the deepest absurdity.

Thank you for reading.