We suddenly ask ourselves, is time really worth spent engaged in others thoughts and vision? I see myself as an anarchist with a socially developed persona. I’m sure any idealist would vouch for themselves as such. To me reading is very fundamental, but can seemingly have its false attributes. For those who are easily persuaded getting lost periodically is a way to escape reality. As a mind needs a book at is accurate to say one’s imagination may cease to exist globally without the existence of a travelled sentient.
On the other hand and apart from the principal, reality exist more so than its regular intervals. This movement is more social and less imaginative; what is happening now may be defining our sentience. People are becoming immune to change unless its dramatic and appalling. We are then less in tuned with our other senses as outcome of distraction weighs more.