Dreams are synthesis, synthesis is reality, reality is a continual experience of misapprehention on the part of the human species. Outright lies are despicable when propagated against better knowledge. Unfortunately the necessity of belonging usually trumps the quest for truth. And whilst closer approximations to descriptive truth might win in the long term (wishful thinking) knowledge and expression will remain sorely incomplete. Therefore i`ll take my dish of dreams, fantasies and delusions. Whilst sprinkling them with as much consentual truth about the universe as our current expressions are capable of embodying.

Apropos Scifi. Philip K. Dick`s novels are turned into movies. John Brunners books are turned into reality. (Its a misquote, but heck, it works.) Other than that, i`d say that nothing is closer to truth about the world than old Frederick Pohl/Cyril Kornbluth novels. But i try to be strange. My working strategy is to view scifi as contemporary, not futuristic. Whatever was conceptualizable when the writers wrote it was also happening then, maybe they didn`t notice, yet they did.