Always reality...always.
But....I have a confession.
I am a secret watcher of JW broadcast videos, and not just any old stuff.
I love to watch the most emotional ones about the resurrection. The one of sergie playing violin in the field after death, of Jesus waking the dead girl-child, of the dead son reunited with his father in the 2016 convention video. Of the paradise video....The old couple as they stare at a cameo picture of a long dead daughter.
And I bawl like a baby.
I bawl for my grandparents whom I will never see young and vigorous. I bawl for the millions of dead children who never even made it to 5. Who were sent up the chimney, or to work in the "dark satanic mills" and whose bodies were thrown into a paupers grave.
I cry for a lost dream that my modern, science loving skeptic cannot countenance .....A world ruled by an egotistical dictator.....but whom we tolerate to have our dead loved ones back.
And the lives that our sense of justice demands from our cruel world... the unloved, unwashed, uncared for, unmourned masses in their unmarked graves.
I can't help it, it's my dirty athiest secret.