I don't read fiction.  And I just figured out why.  I don't like movies.  There is no reason to try.  My life is already full of poetry and bliss.  Just talk to a friend, or give your mirror a kiss.  Why would I spend a hour reading some beautiful prose about how in Korea they separate trash in neat little rows.  When I could spend that same hour discovering something new about why I am me and you are you.
 
to illustrate my points,
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http://anageonism.wordpress.com/2012/05/22/lost-garbage-bin/#more-1342
I read beauty
http://evolution.berkeley.edu/evolibrary/article/mcelwain_01