Flowers, for instance, because where would we be without them? - Margaret Atwood

Not real can tell us about real.

If i thought this would never happen again I would die.
But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else. Literature is not only a mirror; it is also a map, a geography of the mind. Our literature is one such map, if we can learn to read it as our literature, as the product of who and where we have been. We need such a map desperately, we need to know about here, because here is where we live. For the members of a country or a culture, shared knowledge of their place, their here, is not a luxury but a necessity. Without that knowledge we will not survive.