LIFE is a messy, confusing business. And as for reality, it sometimes seems to be nothing more than a collective hunch.
It is said that each of us is at least four different people—the person we think we are, the person others think we are, the person we think others think we are. And the person we really are.
Author Kurt Vonnegut said we are what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful about what we pretend. Stephen King observed we lie best when we lie to ourselves.
So, if reality is relative, who are we really?
A father, a son, a single mother, a depression sufferer, company chairman, bricklayer, Christian, Buddhist, atheist? What might happen if those labels were removed?
George Harrison once remarked that his dog did not know, or care, that he was once a Beatle.
“And I am not really Beatle George,’’ he said.
“Beatle George is like a suit or shirt that I once wore on occasion and until the end of my life people may see that shirt and mistake it for me.’’
Cary Grant noted at the height of his screen fame that almost everyone he met wanted to be Cary Grant.
“Even I want to be Cary Grant,’’ he said, nicely summing up the delineation between film fantasy and the real man.