July 1st, 2025
(Note: Yes, I’ve been reading Harry Potter. You might have expected a Trash Quest Pt. 4 post today, but I‘m too stuck in Potter world. I finished the fourth book last night. I read the first six when I was in elementary school, but not the last, so I don’t actually know how it all ends. As a 29 year old man, I have to tell y’all… I am enthralled.)
Slipping… into fantasy. Into a fantastical world, realer than the world, the “real” world I’m inhabiting now. But how much fantasy exists in our “real” world?
Money? Fantasy. Nations? Fantasy. Laws? Fantasy.
You can’t hold a law in your hands. You can’t touch a nation. $20 has no power outside of certain human minds. We operate in a fantasy world.
What is Spongebob? Is Spongebob real? Does Spongebob Squarepants exist? Did he ever exist? Outside of our imaginations, in the physical world, no. But does that make him any less real?
Fantasy is reality. Reality is fantasy. This is the premise of Don Quixote. Who is to say he’s not a knight? But himself?
You are what you think you are. What does it matter if no one else agrees? It’s your reality. You are a knight. You are a spaceman, a diva, a Messiah. It’s your reality.
Imagination and imaginary worlds are real. Bilbo Baggins is real. Voldemort is real. When you close your eyes and imagine yourself frolicking in the waves on the beach, that’s real.
It’s really happening. It happened.
I was reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night, and Fred yawned, and I saw him yawning, as I read, in my mind’s eye, and it made me yawn, in “real” life.
That’s how real it is.
I was there in the graveyard, watching Voldemort torture Harry, hearing the laughter of the Death Eaters, their dark hoods shaking back and forth as they laughed, watching Harry run, battle. I was there.
Is a dream real? For that moment, is it really happening? Are we in a dream now?
What is fantasy? What is not? What is reality?
Illusion is a great word. I have always loved that word, because it’s fun to say, and because of what it means.
An illusion. It’s nothing but an illusion. It’s just an illusion. And when the illusion breaks, and you’ve returned to reality once more, you’ve been disillusioned. You are seeing clearly again.
But, what if you never gave up on the illusion? Or, what if you accepted a dual reality? Then, it is never really an illusion.
It is just reality.
I guess this is coming from how immersed I’ve been in Harry Potter.
Reading JK Rowling’s writing, about how she has always had a tendency to slip in and out of imaginary worlds. They are real worlds, the characters are real people, Hogwarts a real place.
A real place, in a person’s mind, accessible to only them. And yet, they can take you there, through language.
This is the magic and the power of the writer. Of the storyteller.
What an incredible power we have.