Those eschewing the fantastic, those insisting on a regulated and ever-familiar world may find that the outré impinges upon them suddenly and unrelentingly, breaking in on them unawares and finding them without protection. They are, at best, different ways of understanding the world around us.
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A routine, as comforting as it may be, is vitiating fantasy revitalizes, makes us alive to possibility.ĭancers by hsvbooth ( Pixabay License / Pixabay)ĭespite our attempts to segregate them, reality and fantasy are not the opposites they are often portrayed to be. We, however, require this loss of control in order to feel alive. To indulge in the fantastic is to acquiesce to a world beyond our reach, beyond our conceptual mastery. To attend to these minor emanations from the beyond (beyond the normative, beyond the expected) would be to lose our grasp on the reality we believe we create for ourselves. In fact, most of us ignore them most of the time. These shreds of magic can easily be ignored. A furtive and unidentified sound where there ought to be silence, the strange lambency of the fading light against familiar edifices, the shocking synchronicity arising from the instant materialization of a desire: these are magical elements in our lives. We become the authors of our own existence precisely by sapping some of the vitality out of that existence, by making it foreseeable, by replicating each day on the pattern of what worked before, by making life bland.Īnd yet, the world brims with possibility, with the unforeseen, with the small shreds of magic that appear in the secret corners of our quotidian experience. If we know what happens next, we feel that we have, in some mysterious manner, made it happen. Impediments to our desire arise unbidden, threatening our illusion of control.Īnd so, we make our world far more regimented than it has to be out of a kind of necessity. Routines order our experience of the world, they infuse reality with a predictability that vouchsafes our precarious sense of security.
We are, after all, creatures that require a certain amount of routine, creatures that crave order. Days drag by in a lockstep march of the ever-same.
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