From the very beginning, surrealism does not differentiate between the poetic perception of reality and its transformation. Perception is an act that transforms what has been perceived. Poetic activity is a magical process.
Man is a creature who can use his imagination. And even man’s rationality is only one of the forms of this constant imagining. When you come right down to it, imagination means going beyond oneself, projecting oneself, transcending oneself. As a creature who imagines because he feels desire, man is capable of transforming the entire world into an image of his desire. And, because he is a loving creature, he yearns for a presence that is the living image, the embodiment of his dream. Driven by desire, he longs to become part of, to melt into this image and to become an image himself. A game of mirrors, of echoes, of bodies, which - under the constant sun that love shines on them - are constantly dissolving and recreating themselves anew.
The important thing is to rid ourselves of this fictitious personality that is forced upon us by the world, or that we ourselves have created in order to assert ourselves against the outside world. Our ego smothers us and hides our true being, our true self from us. Negating the ego does not mean that we must negate our being, our existence.
Renouncing personal identity does not imply a loss of being, of existence, but, on the contrary, its recovery.