In Literature And In LifeNot always, but habitually I can see straight through most pretenders. I can’t read palms or look into your eyes and tell you all about your future, but, simply give me some time alone with your words, in person or in print and in a brief while, I will see your heart. I’m not talking about making a judgment on your character; I am talking about possessing a refined sensitivity to the discernment of genuine or fake fr
I think this is why writing fiction is such a difficult task. Your story can be totally made up, anyone can make up big lies that assemble themselves into a nice story, however, that main character had better have a valid soul that its reader can sense, or the novel will be impotent.
It’s the same way with the “real” people that weave themselves in and out of our lives. They can lie to themselves and to us, but, perceptive people can generally discern reality from trickery when they come face to face with an act of spiritual forgery.