For me, reality follows a progression. It begins as a thought. And of course, thoughts tend to creep up on you without your control, and before you know it, you’ve thought it already. If it ends as only a thought, then it’s something quite abstract, and perhaps unrealistic. But if I can put it into words, then this thought has formed into a coherent idea. And suddenly it’s become something concrete and it exists, as ink written on paper or as text on a computer screen. The last stage is when it’s spoken in words to someone else, because before this it’s more of a secret and I haven’t admitted it to anyone but myself. When someone else knows about it, there’s no denying it’s existence and it becomes absolutely real.