Where does the character end? Which is you and which is the persona you show the world? Do you even know anymore? The invention of a self which is not our self. Part real, part fantasy, part necessity. The whole equals less than the sum of its parts. It lacks authenticity. Is that a problem? Is reality all that important after all? No one thinks a movie is real. Plays are staged. No one thinks the bad guy is really a bad guy out here in the real world. Maybe it’s OK to be a character in a reality show.