A quotation from the latest Murakami book I finished reading: (sorry for the gigantic block of text)
Anyway, it seems to me that the way most people go on living (I suppose there are a few exceptions), they think that the world or life (or whatever) is this place where everything is (or is supposed to be) basically logical and consistent. Talking with my neighbors here often makes me think that. Like, when something happens, whether it’s a big event that affects the whole of society or something small and personal, people talk about it like, “Oh, well, of course, that happened because such and such,” and most of the time people will agree and say, “Oh, sure, I see,” but I just don’t get it. “A is like this, so that’s why B happened.” I mean, that doesn’t explain anything. If it’s like when you put instant rice pudding mix in a bowl in the microwave and push the button, and you take the cover off, when it rings, and there you’ve got rice pudding. I mean, what happens in between the time when you push the switch and when the microwave rings? You can’t tell what’s going on under the cover. Maybe the instant rice pudding first turns into macaroni cheese in the darkness when nobody’s looking and only then turns back into rice pudding. We think it’s natural to get rice pudding after we put rice pudding mix in the microwave and the bell rings, but to me that’s just a presumption. I would e kind of relieved if, every once in a while, after you put rice pudding mix in the microwave and it rung and you opened the top, you got macaroni cheese. I supposed I’d be shocked, of course, but I don’t know, I think I’d be kind of relieved too. Or at least I think I wouldn’t be so upset, because that would feel, in some way, a whole lot more real.
This is why I love fiction. Fiction may just be fables but it tells my story better than I ever could explain it in words. words words words!
[Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle]