Every person's life, we say, is a story. In fact, when a life becomes story, a person knows he has 'a life.' The narrative instinct sorts, orders, represses, highlights, finessing its way to a certain contour—not to 'reality,' and certainly not to 'the truth,' but to shapeliness. To represent the whole of reality is beyond the capacity of art, even outside its desire.
—Patricia Hampl
Madness is divergence from reality
Madness is divergence from reality, denial of fact, distance from the truth. Given the way our brains work, as aggressive model-making engines of approximation, each of us is demonstrably mad, distinguished only by the amplitude of our deviation.
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