I can go anywhere and experience virtually anything from within this divine/mortal entanglement which is Life, right here, right now.
Yes, I enjoy the products of another's imagination, when it's set forth in writing, or in music, or in visual art. And I enjoy the occasional (very occasional) film, for the length of time that it takes to watch it, that is. Then it's gone, ephemeral as most of civilisation; soap bubbles in the larger stream of Life.
Life lived in depth and with real connection to the matrix of existence-our convivialists, or matching parts of God swimming on this plane at this time, whether rock or plant or animal or quark-is unmatched in its variety and ability to fulfil. Why chase the candyfloss dreams of others made electronic when your own rich store of that-which-is-possible is so largely untapped?
Perhaps this is why I'm so much happier, on the whole, than most of the humans I live among.