This was a good talk tying the Brit mystery Wallander with letting go of a beloved TV series, and letting go of your own character or persona in your personal world movie. We forget we are acting. We are all great actors, and we forget, so we suffer because we believe the play is real. Just as we suffer when our character suffers—and in Wallander our character suffers so realistically—we suffer in our everyday movie. But in Wallander I know the suffering is not real. It’s pretend suffering. Play suffering, and it feels so good when we can suffer and its play.
But in real life, because we believe our play is real, we really suffer. We forget we are really great Shakespearean actors. But….we love our suffering. Otherwise, we would see that we are just playing the part of Me. This is ironic. We hate suffering, yet we love suffering, in the same way we love the suffering of our movie character. Why do we love the suffering of our movie character, crying with him or her, being joyous with him or her, why do we love that?
We love the suffering of our characters in the movie because we know it is not real. So here’s the question: why do we love to forget that our suffering in our world movie of ME? I really think there is a secret ME that knows the movie of ME is not real. And he/she chooses to forget that life is a play and the we are actors in it. Why do we do that?
Well, for one thing the world supports our character, so if the world believes we exist, we believe we are real and not acting in a play. The whole world is a play supporting our character of ME. How can I question that?
What’s missing is the joy of acting, the joy of play. When we play, there is a ground of joy beneath the pain; there is a ground of joy beneath the plot. We create the plot when we play. We are creators of the play. So the clue to the sleep is that we have no joy beneath the play. The ground of life is Joy. If we don’t feel that, then we are asleep in our play. We have forgotten that we are actors in the world and the world is a stage.
I just realized looking at this Google image of the Shakespearean stage that when I studied English literature it was all objective, all categories of the discipline….never did I see that I was acting on the stage, that I was a Shakespearean actor. I don’t know if it was my youth or the way literature was taught. But it is only now that I see through and through that Shakespeare’s theater is me. Truth is Subjectivity.