Fiction is fantasy no matter its realism. Why do we bother make-believing when there are real things to learn and deal with? Would it not be for the better if all was nonfiction?
Art is aesthetic for its own sake even when factored into a practical design. Should we save ourselves needless effort and conserve resources by dispensing with such extraneous nonsense?
Training is enough to develop skills without playing games. A simulation can serve a sensible purpose without fantastic elements. Would our skills develop more efficiently without incorporating arbitrary requirements?
Music is sound no different than any other, really. Its medley is indistinct from the clamor of operating systems. Would our attention sharpen without the distracting stimuli?
We need our delightful silliness. Our fiction is our view of everything beyond the limitations of our knowledge and senses. Our art is how we see things inside and out as one and the same. Our games exercise our abilities in refreshing ways. Our music is what we want to hear whether we know what we want to hear or not.
We are not the offspring of sludge or monkeys. We are more than the sum of our dirt and water. We need spiritual satisfaction or else we languish. We need our fiction, art, games and music to be more than mere animals living merely to strive in vain.
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