There is nothing wrong with making things up. You blame yourself, you blame other people, you guess at reasons — these are all examples of made up stuff. There is a plot line, and what you are making up is drama; is art. Yet if you think that this art is real, then you begin to suffer. You are building a prison cell to live in. It is the job of the koan to take down the walls of such prisons, to undermine your fictions. Then, you might discover that you are not really suffering from other people or from circumstances you’re suffering from your maps, your stories, your fiction, your prison. You are suffering from bad art.