Not all things real are meaningful. Not all things true are inspiring. My imagination does not languish. It is beyond the tiring mediocrity of our real world.
Disease is a miserable drudgery. The language barrier is insincere and an affront to individuality. Weapons of mass-destruction are impersonal and spiritless. My Strange Galaxy is clean of all such realistic nonsense. In my fictional world of many worlds good and evil are the issues to be dealt with. What is meant is what is said. Courage and prowess cannot be bested from afar.
Stark reality is boring but sheer fantasy is ridiculous. Even a fairy tale has no point if it is not telling a truth. Disease is never mentioned in Strange Galaxy but it is also never disclaimed. Yes, the language barrier divides our world but it is a false barrier: true meaning was never a matter of sounds and scribble. As for weapons of mass-destruction, every war is won by warriors, regardless of the weapons.