reality

The funny thing about games and fictions is that they have a weird way of bleeding into reality. Whatever else it is, the world that humans experience is animated with narratives, rituals, and roles that organize psychological experience, social relations, and our imaginative grasp of the material cosmos. The world, then, is in many ways a webwork of fictions, or, better yet, of stories. The contemporary urge to __amify_ our social and technological interactions is, in this sense, simply an extension of the existing games of subculture, of folklore, even of belief. This is the secret truth of the history of religions: not that religions are __othing more_ than fictions, crafted out of sociobiological need or wielded by evil priests to control ignorant populations, but that human reality possesses an inherently fictional or fantastic dimension whose __ame engine_ can _ and will _ be organized along variously visionary, banal, and sinister lines. Part of our obsession with counterfactual genres like sci-fi or fantasy is not that they offer escape from reality _ most of these genres are glum or dystopian a lot of the time anyway _ but because, in reflecting the __s if_ character of the world, they are actually realer than they appear.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

Reality is seeing that the peace in a picture is a dream.

!!!.. "That" happiness most of us searched for (and we thought it__ about getting a person but it) was never about getting a person, we started perceiving that __erson_ as our life goal and we thought all we have to do in life is to get this person in any case, when this spell of short term madness of happiness ends we realizes that what we actually needed was only a helpmate towards achieving our life mission...!!!

This was the curse of the voracious reader, she realized. Real life never quite measured up to the heightened and precise contours of her literary worlds. A real war was never as true as a fictive one.

Sometimes it happens that the most insane thought, the most impossible conception, will become so fixed in one's head that at length one believes the thought or the conception to be reality. Moreover, if with the thought or the conception there is combined a strong, a passionate, desire, one will come to look upon the said thought or conception as something fated, inevitable, and foreordained__omething bound to happen. Whether by this there is connoted something in the nature of a combination of presentiments, or a great effort of will, or a self-annulment of one's true expectations, and so on, I do not know;

There's and entire world outside these bleak pages, one full of SUNRISES and KITTY-CATS and late-night BURRITO RUNS and the horrible, creaking amble of us all towards DEATH. It is to that world that I am afraid I must release you to now.

Our perception of space-time can be thought of in terms of event coordinates relative to our current state of consciousness.

Everything is fine, nobody is happy...

Walking in ignorance is a choice for those who find reality too hard to face.

When the reality looks extraordinarily unreal, you must know that you are in an extraordinarily beautiful place!

... every hypothesis is a construction, and because of this it is an authentic theory. In so far as they merit that exigent name, ideas are never a mere reception of presumed realities, but they are constructions of possibilities; therefore they are pure bits of imagination, or fine ideas of our own...

You can't keep snakes in your backyard and expect them only to bite your neighbors. You know, eventually those snakes are going to turn on whoever has them in the backyard.

Don't let reality, get in way of your dreams.

The living world is a dream. The nocturnal dream is reality.

It's just high school, man. Those guys are just high school guys, and in ten years they're going to be working for people like me. I know that. I just have to make it through two more years.

I would almost rather we had died that day than to have found ourselves here, lost somewhere between the dreaming and the coming true.

Good news didn't seem real until you'd told at least a dozen friends.