“A lie is imagination, burning an image into sight only ever convincing. The truth, however, is something that wallops you so hard, you will find it shocking.”– Modern Romanticism
How far can a writer take creativity, when it comes to a fact? To comprehend creativity, itself, as unlimited in the human imagination, will make the creativity in non-fiction, be limited. However, it won’t be long before something so non-entertaining as the truth, becomes the distraction of a lie.
How can we split the creativity from the non-fiction, so that the former does not overlap the latter?
A lie is always distracting. We divert our attention from the truth, from the facts we should know, when we are entertained. Simple pleasures. Whoredom. Pornography. These are lies, meant to distract us. Distractions should always be considered the world’s abundance of lies, though only from the person who centers them for attention.
If we are creative with the truth, what is non-fiction, becomes fiction. If we are creative with the bitterness of logic, then it becomes the sweetness of each emotion. In today’s world, where distractions are seemingly the enterprise for things deemed as a “necessity”, why do we deny “creative non-fiction” as an oxymoron? If it is not an oxymoron, then what is the imagination? Is it not a realm where lies are constructed, as fiction? What a writer makes up, versus what is the truth, is how we can differ reality from unrealities.
All amount of creativity can breed an infinite amount of lies. To know what a lie is, look to creation, itself. All things constructed, versus all things originated, is the difference between a lie and a truth. We can look to the beginning, to find the truth. We can look to the middle-ground, to discover lies. The creator is truth. The creation is fiction, or a lie.