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My Debt to the Hero

The fictional vehicle into which we pour ourselves so we may live other lives. Why is it so refreshing, to occupy unreality? Why does it work even when the book/film/play is dark, violent, frightening? Why will we go places with a hero that we would never otherwise?

Emptied--that's it. After a novel's worth of emotion and strain, silly as it sounds, I feel as close to nirvana, unattached being, as I'm ever likely to get.

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January 2015

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