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.