There once was a young man who, as a child, had a great deal of hope and naive dreams of his contribution to the world. He fantasized of leading mankind to colonize the stars, he fantasized of being a great and mighty warrior, sword and shield in hand, and he fantasized of being a simple farmer working tirelessly on his crops. But fantasy was all he had, and he could not adjust to reality. So he, unconsciously, chose to drown his woes in purposelessness, gluttony and sloth, which wood only drive him deeper into his fantasies.
There, however, he wood find the truth, hidden away among the deep recesses where Fantasy met Reality. He became Enlightened as to the nature of things, and found a tiny piece of hope to hold on to. He began having hope, and by praying to his matron, he found some degree of success. Now, he stands at a crossroads, where his Fantasy-Truth now must combat Reality, which itself is breaking down into Fantasy.