"It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it"
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Musil’s line cuts against the flattering modern myth that imagination is a self-sufficient engine. He insists on a more abrasive origin story for possibility: the world as it actually is. Reality, in his framing, isn’t the enemy of the “possible” but the spark that makes it legible. That’s a novelist’s claim, but also a political one. In a culture that loves grand designs, Musil suggests the most radical act may be paying attention.
The wording matters. “Awakens” makes possibility sound less like invention than recognition, as if the future is dormant until fact shakes it awake. That verb also hints at discomfort: awakening implies interruption, the end of a pleasing dream. Then comes the moral cudgel: “perverse.” Musil isn’t gently advising realism; he’s indicting the impulse to deny it as a kind of willful distortion, an intellectual kink that prefers fantasy precisely because it escapes responsibility.
The context is Musil’s lifelong autopsy of a society drifting into catastrophe. Writing in the shadow of World War I and the unraveling of the Austro-Hungarian world, he watched cultivated people treat reality as optional - soothing themselves with ideals, aestheticism, or bureaucratic abstractions. This sentence reads like a corrective aimed at that class: you don’t get to claim “possibility” while refusing the conditions that make change necessary.
Subtextually, it’s also a warning to artists and thinkers: if your vision can’t survive contact with the real, it isn’t visionary; it’s decorative. Musil’s realism isn’t narrow; it’s catalytic. Reality doesn’t shrink the imagination. It disciplines it into consequence.
The wording matters. “Awakens” makes possibility sound less like invention than recognition, as if the future is dormant until fact shakes it awake. That verb also hints at discomfort: awakening implies interruption, the end of a pleasing dream. Then comes the moral cudgel: “perverse.” Musil isn’t gently advising realism; he’s indicting the impulse to deny it as a kind of willful distortion, an intellectual kink that prefers fantasy precisely because it escapes responsibility.
The context is Musil’s lifelong autopsy of a society drifting into catastrophe. Writing in the shadow of World War I and the unraveling of the Austro-Hungarian world, he watched cultivated people treat reality as optional - soothing themselves with ideals, aestheticism, or bureaucratic abstractions. This sentence reads like a corrective aimed at that class: you don’t get to claim “possibility” while refusing the conditions that make change necessary.
Subtextually, it’s also a warning to artists and thinkers: if your vision can’t survive contact with the real, it isn’t visionary; it’s decorative. Musil’s realism isn’t narrow; it’s catalytic. Reality doesn’t shrink the imagination. It disciplines it into consequence.
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