It’s as if we would rather escape into a fantasy world, for the reality is so gruesome, as opposed to delving into that, which uncovers truths within bona fide reality and then may be incorporated into making that very actuality increasingly bearable. Seems a little backwards, does it not?

The world seems boring for some, complex for others and we head for the hills, into a simpler, professedly colorful one. If one aches for a more imaginative outlook, shouldn’t he or she learn how to digest and interpret the world we live in first and foremost? Why are we to be dependent on the authors of fiction to lend color with fatuous entities?

By escaping into fiction we limit our reach, we deprive ourselves an opportunity to gain competence in experience (Latin for ‘try’). Lets instead acquire the tools to be whimsical daily in the remarkable world that is and occurs.