Fiction with words, pictures, metaphors and symbolism are similar to dreams and movies. We evolved as storytellers because this is how our brains regulate themselves, our biology, society and the care of our environment.
Words themselves are a fiction conjured to convey concepts, thus truth can only be found with the honest heart.
Amelia cast her eyes out to the street. Everything perfect just as the day before. New cars in clean concrete driveways and asphalt roofs without moss. But every day there was something new to be scared of: a new disease, new terrorists. Sometimes the news was full of distractions: a hero cat or a rescued dog. Yet somewhere out there millions of people, children too, were suffering from malnutrition and lack of health care, stuck in painful lives with no forward motion or way out. She had considered long and hard, she didn't want to be some conspiracy theorist wacko, but there was something wrong with the picture. Did someone out there wanted her to be both scared and distracted? Why was that? The feeling had been growing inside her for sometime now, and finally the words tumbled onto her blank page; "Our truth is fiction but our fiction holds the truth." Buried in those stories are the tales of real people, how they live, love and struggle for what is right by themselves and by God...