Came across this interesting snippet from Montaigne’s essay, “To Philosophize Is To Learn How To Die”:
Proetulerim delirus innersque videri, dum mea delectent mala me, vel denique fallant, quam sapere et ringi.
Or, translated into English:
I would rather be delirious or a dullard if my faults pleased me, or at least deceived me, rather than to be wise and snarling.
Delusions are comforting, but come at a cost – the cost of misliving. And delusions pretty much run our lives on default (ask Robert Wright). My stance? We need some “delusions” somewhat to be happy, but not much.