Icy

I can live with my friends disappointing me. Because I know I have my weak moments aswell. What is worse is when people you trust and somewhat look up to - people who inspire you - act in a way that diminishes your respect for them.

Reality is a concept that is difficult to grasp for some people. to some extent we all create our own realities, parallell to our own destinies. But I realise that is is important to acknowledge that the realities we create are paralell to oneanother, they coexist, and are normally an intertwined entity. There is a common responisbility to reach an understanding that some realities are common for all. As we say in Norwegian, call the showel by its real name, a Showel.

Henrik Ibsen says it well in this Play Peer Gynt where Peer meets his destiny:

Now he has had enough adventuring and hopes for a serene old age at home. But on the heath he meets a Button-Moulder who says: "I have been sent for you ... you are to go into my ladle ... I must melt you up." Peer Gynt protests that to lose his soul, his identity, his self, is not fair. "I'm not really a bad soul. At worst, you may call me a bungler, but certainly not an exceptional sinner," he pleads.

That, says the Button-Moulder, is just the trouble: "You're not bad enough for the sulphur-pit, nor good enough for Paradise. And so, into the ladle you go!"
Peer Gynt insists: "But you cannot kill a soul! Haven't I been a personality? An individual? Myself?"

"You have been selfish,"the Button-Moulder replies, "but not yourself."

Peer Gynt asks the answer to his riddle: "What is it, to be one's self?" The Button-Moulder answers:

"To be one's self is to deny one's self."