Whoa! You people really know your fantasy…….. but you live it too.
I can’t really say that the books of fantasy and literature have made any differences, neither redeeming nor condescending, in the way I live my life. I have always read such books with a sense of wonder and excitement that can only be available through escapism. Never have I felt the need to find consolation from reading a book. It has been a cherished hobby, when time could be set aside to enjoy, nothing more.
All I have learnt from these is the art of writing such tales well, something which I am much interested in pursuing as an alternative career.
I have never held my judgments in life in accordance to any fictional story. True that such tales reflect life and history, but fiction is to be read as just that, especially fantasy.
Pure escapism for a while and back to reality again.
I withdraw MY unwarranted, partisan observations of the other people here.
Know Peace!
[ April 28, 2002: Message edited by: KingCarlton ]
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Know ye People, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, And the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
Hither came Carlton, the King, black haired, bronze hued, mightily thewed, sullen eyed. Sword in hand, a warrior, a destroyer, a conqueror. With gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jewelled thrones of the Earth, under his sandalled feet.
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