Wrecked dreams are hard enough to bear when you have no ambition or talent(s) to make up for one's shortcomings, but when you have talent(s), versatility, ambition and perseverance, what can be worse that when even your slightest hopes remain unfulfilled?
Not too long ago, a new way to cope with the fact that our so-called 'perfect' Creator (if he exists), or the Fate(s) deprived us of an ideal, semi-perfect world had been invented. It is called Virtual Reality. You can soon conceivably experience all of the pleasure(s), but none of the pain, disappointment, BS, or hypocrisy all-too-often associated with reality and life itself. In Virtual Reality or VR, all good or evil, right or wrong, risque thoughts, and realizable, possible, improbable, or even improbable dreams, fantasies or pipe dreams can all become simulated as coming true. (to be cont'd)
[The original version of this essay first appeared in Eastern Connecticut State University's Campus Lantern student newspaper in the early '90s and later as part of my unpublished manuscript "In Mediocrity We Trust... In Debt We Die" And Other Essays.]
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