Is fantasy achievable, or does reality preclude us from fulfilling the scenarios in our minds? No. Whatever I can conceive of, within the bounds of possibility, can be effectuated. The question merely remains: how to find another person of concurrent fantasies, or fantasty principles. The fantasies themselves don't have to be the same, just the mutuality of the conception that people are above the boundaries they encounter. The boundaries are either socially or individually erected. Boundaries do not exist outside the confines of people's minds. So if boundaries are defined by people, we can also undefine those boundaries.

A second question comes up. Is fantasy a realm in which all people have concurring visions of the fantasy, in which case fantasy cannot be achieved because of the clear differences among people and their beliefs? Is fantasy contingent on the number of people endorsing that fantasy? In other words, is the fantasy better if everyone else believes in it too? Is a world of free love endorsed by everyone better than a fifty-person commune of free love? Would free love be that great anyway?

I think maybe that should be the bottom-line question. People don't know what their fantasies are because they don't know if their vision of the fantasy differs from the reality of that conception. That's why people should experiment and explore to discover what really is fantasy for them, rather than listening to some random authority on whatever particular subject. People need to explore more. There's such possibility!

Now I just need to find a couple people who think so too.

I think the problem might be that people are too encouraged to know things. You don't need to know things. You just need to have informed guesses. If people would accept that they're just guessing anyway, they might be more open to guess something else.

Here's what I want someone to guess next time, to guess that this would be a worthwhile experience.

You're reading erotic lesbian poetry to me on the floor of your room. The lights are out. It's late. We're both naked. I hold a flickering red candle, and I let the hot wax drip onto my chest while your lips caress the words.

Back where you came from