Simone Weil said:
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied;
real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring.
Imaginary good is boring;
real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
hmmm . . . is this true? I want it to be true.
I suspect it may be true.
But if real good is so great, why isn't our imaginary good more frequently romantic, varied, new, marvelous and intoxicating?
Are our imaginations diseased?
Is mine? Diseased? Is that what's wrong with me? Am I sick? I could be sick. I feel sick. Maybe I should go lie down . . .
(And this is why I didn't major in philosophy. Nor medicine. Nor psychology . . . )