La vie est-elle une illusion ? (vous avez 4h pour répondre... plan dialectique et tout bien sûr)

                    Sinon, il y a la littérature ...

Excerpt from chapter 8 : 

 "We went to the movie because you asked a question. The movie was the answer to your question.”

He was laughing at me, I knew it.

“What was my question?”

There was a long pained silence. “Your question, Richard, was that even in your brilliant times you have never been able to figure out why we are here.”

I remembered. “And the movie was my answer.”

“Yes.” [...] That was a good movie,” he said, “but the world’s best movie is still an illusion, is it not? The pictures aren’t even moving; they only appear to move. Changing light that seems to move across a flat screen set up in the dark?”

“Well, yes.” I was beginning to understand.

“The other people, any people anywhere who go to any movie show, why are they there, when it is only illusions?”

“Well, it’s entertainment,” I said.

“Fun. That’s right. One.”

“Could be educational.”

“Good. It is always that. Learning. Two.”

“Fantasy, escape.”

“That’s fun, too. One.”

“Technical reasons. To see how a film is made.”

“Learning. Two.” [...]

Whatever I came up with fit his two fingers; people see films for fun or for learning or for both together.

“And a movie is like a lifetime, Don, is that right?”

“Yes.” [...]

“Who writes these movies, Don?”

“Isn’t it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else? Who writes these movies, Richard?”

“We do,” I said.

“Who acts?”

“Us.”

“Who’s the cameraman, the projectionist, the theater manager, the ticket-taker, the distributor, and who watches them all happen? Who is free to walk out in the middle, any time, change the plot whenever, who is free to see the same film over and over again?” 

 Illusions, The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah - Richard Bach