Sunday (mid)night

There's something about the phenomenon of redaction that always grabs my attention. During one today's conversation, I was reminded of what happens to fairy tales when they appear in the cruel censorship of Disney and such. Have you ever thought of that? I'm sure you have, dear faithful reader (if there really is any, which I doubt). We often tend to shape reality so that it can suit our blind vision of how it's all supposed to be like. Cinderella's step sisters originally lost their eyes at the end of the lost game - the very birds that helped Cinderella sort out grains had no mercy with her snobbish counterparts! Harsh? Indeed! That's why we changed it so that our generation would never find out that every happy ending has a real negative component to it.

It's hard to cope with the matter of fact issues per se. Let's just change them. Let's simply water them down. Let them think that everything is good, although it might not seem to appear as such. Maybe it's us who are looking wrong at this utopistic scenario. Maybe. Perhaps. Who knows. Who would ever want to be real. Those who really do, will shed lots of tears; they will experience lots of pain, and a great deal of loneliness... until they manage to find a real person in the surrounding bogus. Maybe they never will. Maybe they already have. Maybe it's just another dream and the striking sound of the alarm is yet to come. Maybe.