Belief was a strange thing. It helped to construct and reconstruct so many sayings and customs within the gloom of the reader’s chamber and although they had been spied in the square on the night of the execution, the reader, a sentient creature, had not been found in contravention of protocol.
Reality was once heroic, something like dying for one’s country. A great enthusiasm was shown for productivity and innovation. The illusion that the free market would labour for the crime of supply and demand gave total satisfaction, but the collapse of the real had already taken place decades ago, and an idealistic fanaticism had given in to cynicism and lassitude. Eventually the heroes of the ideology of reality realised it was a result of the myth of creativity, although they still imagined it was preferable to destruction. (more…)