Color me Dan
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Rambly friday thought: I've always been a sci-fi guy. Be it a space opera like Foundation or hard science fiction like Rama, sci-fi is my jam. But I should really love fantasy, and many times enjoy it. Often times the aesthetics, atmosphere, and stories are simply great. But the magic... I can begrudgingly accept it at best. There is some mental hiccups here I need to overcome. And I don't know exactly how yet.
Advanced enough technology may be indistinguishable from magic. I can accept the leaps of faith sci-fi asks of me because I imagine that I vaguely understand the rules it operates on. My mind gives no such leeway to fantasy. It will question everything. Perhaps the most recurring feeling of absurdity stems from the fact that, more often then not, despite power over literal gods or elements, society and technology is still roughly in the middle ages?
I want to shush my brain and tell it to enjoy itself. It's an alternate reality, not a version of our reality. But it's stubborn so far.
Anyone else have a similar experience? And if you overcame it, how?
Advanced enough technology may be indistinguishable from magic. I can accept the leaps of faith sci-fi asks of me because I imagine that I vaguely understand the rules it operates on. My mind gives no such leeway to fantasy. It will question everything. Perhaps the most recurring feeling of absurdity stems from the fact that, more often then not, despite power over literal gods or elements, society and technology is still roughly in the middle ages?
I want to shush my brain and tell it to enjoy itself. It's an alternate reality, not a version of our reality. But it's stubborn so far.
Anyone else have a similar experience? And if you overcame it, how?