“Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” c.g. jung We imitate, play socially coined roles. The more polished the act the less we mistrust the actor. We want to be and see the perfect lie. Independence seems to be important at first but the role changes the circumstances. Faces turn into masks. We are born as individuals, unique. We grow and slip into our different roles. Some are performed with fantasy and virtuosity some are simply one dimensional, some inept. Role behaviour can exclude and confine. Yet how free are we in choosing our roles? Is it education leading our way, is it genes?