Plato's Syndrome
I have come to hate him. You may say it is unreasonable, both, that I must hate him and that I must hate him.
I have hated others in the past, and so there’s nothing to suggest that I am incapable or above hating. But if I am to hate him, then a person like you, with the sanity of a priest, will exclaim: he does not even exist. But what makes you the judge? I have created him, and so I am in a better position to tell if he does or does not exist. And since I have created him I know him through and through, giving me all the right in the world to hate him. You, with your wry smile, will want to show me that if I have created him and have come to hate him, then there must be something in myself that I must hate. Thanks but not thanks to you Freudian no-goods. You are all wrong. He is my imagination - not my reflection. He and I are poles apart. Have you never feared ghosts that you knew, by all reason, were your imagination? Would you say that the ghosts you feared were, out of all places, within you?