Quixote is fantasy verging on absolute absurdism.
Sancho is reality as dull as dirt.
This is the split world we two-legged apes exist in.
Fantasy & Reality.
Fantasy is conjured in our collective minds.
Reality punches us in the gut.
Emotion rules in both kingdoms. She is the bewitcher.
You can wish upon a star but it won’t take you very far unless you do something.
The Wish is our Fantasy singing to us.
The Doing is Reality lacing up our boots.
But it is the fire in the belly, the fear in our gut, that makes those wishes and desires come to fruition.
Quixote-Fantasy – – – – – – – – – Sancho-Reality
It’s not exactly a continuum … because we can’t choose one end or the other to the complete exclusion of the other.
It’s more like a scale.
We can lean a bit more in one direction than the other … but we cannot wholly ignore either.
And Emotion, who lurks inside almost all things, is pulling the levers in any event.
Just ponderfication on a Monday.