Why is it that ideology is almost always at crosshairs with reality? Is a person's ideology just a remnant of his education and reading, which in turn are figments of someone else's imaginations? Why is it that a person's ideological thoughts are praised to the high skies but derided when he tries to bring them to action? Why is it that one person's ideology becomes another's nightmare?
I miss the complexity of the book and am tired of the predictability of people. Reading each page of a book takes you to a different realm, and often surprises you with its observations. I agree books are written by people, but why do people remain predictable in life and unpredictable in fiction?
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