Thank God for that. You can shut
them, say, 'Hold on a moment.' You play God to it. But who has ever torn
himself from the claw that encloses you when you drop a seed in a TV parlor? It
grows you any shape it wishes! It is an environment as real as the world. It
becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason. But with all my
knowledge and skepticism, I have never been able to argue with a
one-hundred-piece symphony orchestra, full colour, three dimensions, and I
being in and part of those incredible parlors. As you see, my parlour is
nothing but four plaster walls.
Ray
Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451