Just this morning I heard a sentence in the audio book I am listening to while jogging – Thubron’s Shadow of the Silk Road. Not the best, but a blind hen occasionally picking a corn – and a pre-occuoied writer occasionally writing something true. It went like: Stories are not told as reflection of what truly happened but by the reality that we project on the history through our past and present perception.
It may be accidental sitting this evening then in the Bolshoi: Евге́ний Оне́гин (Eugene Onegin) – the Opera with the music of Пётр Ильич Чайковский (Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky), based on the novel by Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin). Fiction and Life, the definition of life, its perception by our projections and interpretations.
It is not the consciousness of men that determines their existence, but their social existence that determines their consciousness.
But equally sure is that societal reality acts from practice which emerges not least of being consciously, aware of reality around us. in some way a tightrope walk, captured in this masterful piece of arts.