Wyrd Sisters

Another Terry Pratchett finished off (Wyrd Sisters). I especially enjoyed the discussion of how words create reality (or at least seem to be able to). The setting is a play:

They were staring at the performance, their faces rapt. The words washed over them in breathless air. This was real. This was more real than even reality. This was history. It might not be true, but that had nothing to do with it.

Could be said about much of the modern world, I think.

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