The other mask

In the classic Greece the word “prosopon” was used to designate both

the person and the mask itself.

The same actor came to stage with several masks that corresponded

to different roles.

In real life all of us represent different roles that in stage would correspond

to different masks: the mask-role of the employee, the one of the husband, the father, etc.

In real life the schizoid presents a characteristic behaviour that in stage

would correspond to the schizoid mask, a mask that is an answer

to a hostile-felt environment.

But schizoids keep another mask, more internal, a mask

not conditioned by their bad adaptation to social environment.

When, once in a blue moon, the schizoid does not feel the pressure

of the social environment, he can show the other mask and then we can meet

a sensitive person, in need of affection, happy, with feelings,

willing to take part in anything, to be someone in somewhere, with admiration

for the social success of others, sometimes creative...

Although we can not see, when the schizoid acts with that another mask, he/she can dedicate

with a surprising perseverance to his daytime fantasies of power and revenge.

All of this exists, although in different grade and with different extension within oneself,

varying from one to others.

However in this web we'll mainly describe the schizoid mask.

This vision of both masks is completed with other vision: the one of two I’s. GO to “I are two”

TESTIMONY of KAFKA

“I want to point out what is easily forgotten when one contemplates the works of Kafka: his tuck for the joy of the world and of life.
In the intimate conversations Kafka surprisingly spoke freely, coming to showing enthusiasm, to be even charming. The jokes and laughter did not come to an end; he laughed heartily at ease and knew to make his friends laugh, too.
That mood became particularly clear when it was Kafka himself who read his works. For example, we, his friends, erupted in laughter when we did hear the first chapter of "The process". And he himself laughed so much that at times he could not continue reading. Pretty amazing if you think about the terrible seriousness of this chapter.”

Max Brod, friend of Kafka

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