Review: "The Picture of Dorian Gray," by Oscar Wilde
What are you?
Who will verify the idea of being yourself? you or the rest of the world?
How do you contrast the idea/image of you with the concrete you?
How do you understand the image of you excluding yourself and alternatively how do you understand yourself by excluding the image you want to be wrapped over?
Are we even aware that deep down every one of us is an artist? The only difference is some of us are just trying to imitate others idea where the others are building their own art piece.
Why are we painting our image? Is it necessary to think something beautiful to conceal our ugliest impulses, hypocrisy, and humiliation?
Why do we want to see ourselves in a beautiful image? Why do we want to deceive ourselves ignoring the darkest part of ourselves?
Can we really bear the artist himself despite the art he creates?
How do you react when you can't make peace with the artist part of yourself and the art you have created for yourself and the society?
What will be the consequences of taking red pills? How much red pill can you swallow? At what point, will you feel too tired to have existed?
Are good resolutions and the blue pills the obvious things to be best fitted for survival?
Beautiful face Dorian wasn't even aware of his picture till Lord Henry provided him the red pills of cognition. Poor Dorian thought his image was the only weapon to reign over life. He was so brave to get rid of the brush of emotion to master over himself. But, deep down the brave Dorian was afraid of himself. Poor Dorian was even petrified thinking of the decay of his beautiful image. He tried possibly everything outside to stop the degradation process of his charming face but he failed inside. He lost the inside battle to preserve the gorgeous face of himself.
He wasn't even aware of his artist self but when he realized that he wasn't a piece of immortal art but just a short-lived human, he couldn't help but commit suicide.
Question: Can we bear the consequences of taking red pills? :)
I would like to remember some beautiful lines from The Journey to the East
"I asked the servant Leo why it was that artists sometimes appeared to be only half alive, while their creations seemed so irrefutably alive. Leo looked at me, surprised at my question. Then he…said: “It is just the same with mothers. When they have borne their children and given them their milk and beauty and strength, they themselves become invisible, and no one asks about them anymore.” “But that is sad,” I said, without really thinking very much about it. “I do not think it is sadder than all other things,” said Leo. “Perhaps it is sad and yet also beautiful. The law ordains it shall be so.” “The law?” I asked curiously. “What law is that, Leo?” “The law of service. He who wishes to live long must serve, but he who wishes to rule does not live long.” :)
I'm glad that I read "The picture of Dorian Gray" :)
