reality is so grim. your switch malfunctions and you go dark and next thing you know you're tossed out by the dumpster. it's cold and a series of dogs will soon pee on you. one or two people will say aw and feel sorry for a rabbit mo and off they go thinking of snacks. it's no wonder people try to escape reality, nome sane, trubble is the more you escape the more reality you make, the more cute disposable critters get tossed in rat alley, nome sane. who gonna wanna get real when reality is so grim. 


here's Tim DeChristopher:
But the thing about realism is that reality is the place where we all actually live. We can cling to painless delusions, but to do so alienates us from the authentic experience of those around us. The poet Andrea Gibson, to whom I sometimes refer as the greatest theologian of the 21st century, says, "What I know about living is that the pain is never just ours."