I live in this fantasy world. In my world, I have created this country that is called affectionately "The Land of the Free".
The world I live in believes that "free" actually means that I can believe what I want, you can believe what you want and the government will deal only with the facts in offices, in institutions, in public office, in the way it manages us, in our parks, and in particular when tasked with educating our children.
All of the rights I believe I have in my world, stem from a nearly 250 year old legacy of constitutions, amendments and laws agreed upon, and constantly updated and improved upon, by individuals who humbly ask for the trust of the public to maintain the core principles. At the same time they are allowed to utilize the vast resources of our country built over generations to help us with the tools to continue to improve each others lives.
In my world when someone goes to the ballot box in the middle of their lunch hour or after work or early in the morning to cast their vote, someone is not only helpful in making sure they can cast that vote, but also works diligently to make sure that the vote is counted accurately so that the will of the people of this free land is fulfilled.
In my world, we used to have this saying that still echoes on and on in my ears as if my world really did exist at one point:
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; send these, the homeless tempest-tossed, to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
It was penned by a woman named Emma Lazerus and written on the base of a statue of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen who welcome newcomers into my world as her own children huddling under her skirts.
Afterall, in my world, there are no monarchys or tyrannts, no instead my world believes that the only government that functions is "government of the people, by the people, and for the people" and my world states it in that order for a reason.
In my world, there are a few bad apples. There must be in any realistic world. My bad apples, do not stay on the tree of my world long. The freedoms allotted in my world allow the people to quickly dispense of their effectiveness in rotting my country. The guardians of those freedoms are the very same free people.
My world is a great one. It protects my right to believe in Santa Claus as well as my right to choose whether or not to believe in evolution. We have one stead fast rule in my world, the government in all its manifestations must tell us the facts. I can make a choice between the faith my religion holds and the facts as they have been proven or I can choose to figure out why both could make sense together or challenge them if I believe they are both wrong. The facts MUST be presented and proven and those facts are the facts until disproven. I can believe what ever I want still, but the proven facts cannot change.
The bottom line is if my government didn't give me the actual facts, how would I know what questions to ask in my faith?
Well, my fantasy world is my new faith. It's really just about the only faith I have left, because without my world, my religious faith may be disturbed by some crazy insane PRESIDENT who believes the Grand Canyon is only 3,000 years old???!!!????
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I know my world is just this fantasy world I thought I grew up in, and thought I knew...
It seems to me though that something about my fantasy world, The Land of the Free, seemed so real to me at one point...maybe only just 7 years or so ago...
or maybe that was just my imagination once again, running away from me.