But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes: may
the song I sing be seamless as its way
weaves from the world’s beginning to our day. — Prologue, Metamorphoses, Ovid, translated by Allen Mandelbaum
We often fool ourselves into believing we are a singular unified person, yet we are a grab bag of personae.
Fiction gives us everything. It gives us our memories, our understanding, our insight, our lives. We use it to invent ourselves and others. We use it to feel change and sadness and hope and love and to tell each other about ourselves. — Keith Ridgway, Dublin-born award-winning writer, Everything is Fiction, The New Yorker, Aug 8, 2012.
Monday morning, personae, desire, and self
Monday morning arrives. You feel the need to define yourself, who you’ll be, for the week ahead. You must choose a dominate persona out of the personae that are you. Each persona consists of multiple narratives which are woven from many metaphors.
The task of choosing from this dense and intricate collage seems difficult unless you let desire take over. Without desire you would remain inert, computing a problem too complex and lengthy for logic to resolve, until someone or something devoured you or you simply decayed.