Why we read fantasy

Here is a poem by George RR Martin on Why we read Fantasy.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake. Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true? We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

Image from Deviant by any-s-kill
Image from Deviant by any-s-kill

Beautiful words from the man himself. Now in my own words.

Whether if you are rich or poor. Married or single. Healthy or ill. We never stop thinking. Us human beings are always looking to go farther. I believe that deep down in the darkness corners of our hearts and minds, every fantasy lover knows that somehow, somewhere these things truly exist. Whether if it is the castle in the sky, the land of faeries, the garden of Eden, we believe it to be real.

Yes that is right I said it. Deep down we believe that these things are real. Einstein believed in dimensions (realms). Other worlds exist. Parallel universes (for those Doctor Who fans out there). Perhaps magic exist but we are not using 100% of our brain to be able to cast it. Perhaps dragons do exist and maybe they are sleeping somewhere underground and one day they will wake up and summon fire upon the world.

A part of me as a fantasy writer believes that magic exist. Even JK Rowling truly believes that magic exist.

Walt Disney truly believed in magic. He believe in it enough to creature Disney world. He was really trying to bring it to life.

We read fantasy to find the colors. Fantasy gives a feeling similar to that of sex as I said on my articles title “where there is a fantasy reader there is an anime fan.” Sex is such a wonderful feeling. When we have sex, after the orgasm and all, there is a feeling of ease. Like everything is going to fine. Like a drug that puts us in  a state of bliss. Like riding a nimbus cloud with the money king or soaring on the back of a dragon. There is that feeling of “everything is possible.” A dream that will one day come true for sure and without a shadow of a doubt. Fantasy is part of the elixir to our dull lives. It takes your current world from boring to an adventure like no other. There is only so much that alcohol can due. Fantasy is liberating.

However that is not to say that we should forget the real world. You know the real world where you have to worry about things like money and paying bills.

I dont dislike reality in fact without fantasy I would not appreciate reality.

Yet

The world in my head is so much more beautiful and interesting.

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