Just pondering something, inspired by an ongoing conversation...

I've always thought of myself as kind of the Harry Houdini of postfurry... and not just because I've pulled some mighty escapes from the consequences of my stupidity. 😼​

It's more that, at least from the random scraps I've read about him, he was one of those "skeptics" who went in to debunk things with the serious, deep-down hope that someday somebody would prove he was *wrong*.

I really want there to be real magic. I think living as if it were real and being wrong is probably far healthier than what most people do— take our shitty "real" material world as a good model for their internal, symbolic realms. As if the material world were the way it is because it was a good idea somehow, and not because it was all that was available to us...

Also, I don't think that stuff that most people take for the "real" world is actually related to the genuine, noumenal world at all. You know, atoms and superstrings and stuff. :) In fact, it is a fundamental part of my belief system that you basically just can't get there via human brains. In a very meaningful sense, even that desk and chair are more like categories than things, albeit very useful categories that it's very useful to treat like things...

But anyway! Speaking of imaginary people, I have a dragon lady to pet. And it's not so much that I think she "really is" or "really isn't" a dragon, so much as I really just don't think I give a fuck about the distinction much anymore, except as far as things like "can she actually be used as a source of fire in this body." :>

Good night, whoever and whatever you are!