For example, humor. A Nobel lauriette was traveling to see his grandmother. He was going through airport security and was searched and questioned on his belongings. When they saw the statue made of pure gold, they asked him if someone had given this to him. He said of course someone had. The king of Sweden gave it to him. The TSA agents immediately shat themselves (exaggeration) as their training kicked in. For after all, what if this man was smuggling drug money and was spoofed by someone impersonating the king of Sweden? Mind you, they are in America. They ask him why and he elegantly explains that he discovered that the universe's rate of expansion was accelerating; that he was a Nobel Prize winner. They had only one more question: Why are you in Fargo?
It's so funny. It's so beautiful. I could NEVER have come up with something like that. No comedy will ever trump what has happened in the countless lifetimes we as humanity have lived. On that note, I've spoken a few times on my belief that there aught be no distinction between Fiction and Nonfiction. This is a piece of my argument for that case. When a comedian immortalizes that moment in a work of art, is it fiction or nonfiction? What do we do with a nonfiction occurrence that is truly stranger than any fiction? What do we do with a fiction like our financial system becoming more true than the nonfiction of reality?
Dear reader, the lines of fiction and nonfiction are blurred by our every action. When I birthed a toaster in high school physics out of plastic, metal, and silver, I turned fiction into fact. When you hear my words transmitted to your mind from afar, you blur the line between magic and the mundane. And when we all die (for die, we shall), what then will we learn about fiction and fact, magic and the mundane, fear and adventure-- the likes of which few can attempt to understand.