The world is a parable, two stories at once, one layered beneath the other.
On the outside, it is the story of a brute called Reality, a bloodless monster hosting an army of fiends, beasts, lunacy and, worst of all, futility.
On the inside, it is a story of its own Author with you alone, in eternal love, and every challenge of this adventure just another expression of that love, drawing the two of you yet closer.
The world is a parable, a story on two channels at once.
On which channel do you choose to spend your precious time?
Hayom Yom, 8 Sivan; 10 Shevat 5732:1 and 6
This explains why I like fantasy stories where the hero's and heroine's battle strange beasts never really seen except in the author's imagination. The evil is vanquished, but not without life and death battles.