Ted: What was your life like before?
Ted: Before it was changed by Allegra Geller.
Gas: I operated a gas station.
Ted: You still operate a gas station, don’t you?
Gas: Only on the most pathetic level of reality.
eXistenZ, 1999, David Cronenberg
That epiphany moment. Eureka! light bulb. Enlightenment.
More like a lifetime of crawling head-down through the mud. Viewing a pixellated blurred photo by candlelight through a gauze covered screen with half closed cataractic eyes.
There can be no coincidence that those that try to peer too closely into the nature of ‘creative reality’ end up mad? Mental instability and creativity have long been thought to be connected; to the extent that certain artists have preferred to stay a little mad than be cured and kill their muse.
Of course there are in fact no such states as mad or genius [just as there is no such state as normal], merely a continuum of states that perhaps contain common traits somewhere over middle ground, which then appears to make these extremis named states seem related?
The commonality perhaps is looking at things from different/unusual/non-standard angles. Surprisingly, in an age of supposed individualism, it is actually rather difficult to be truly creative. Simply, being a producer makes you a not so good consumer.