(March 20, 2015 at 2:52 pm)Brian37 Wrote:(March 20, 2015 at 11:26 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Brian, must I explain a major difference between religious works and say star trek? Nobody your going to hell if you don't worship Benjamin Sisco, nobody expects you to think there are actually cyborgic people trying to kill you.
The best science fiction uses the backdrop of a science fiction setting to examine something about humanity. Like say forever war by Joe Haldeman. So in other words brian, get the log out of your ass.
Do you know why you don't let si fi go either? Homapathy, perpetual motion machines, Scientology, De Pak Chumphead. Lots of cons are because someone wants it to be true and mixes real words of science into their claptrap.
Entertainment is still entertainment. Si fi is really no different than the Cat In the Hat and Charlotte's Web, Animal Farm and 1984. All of those have questions about morality in them. Si fi isn't the only fiction that makes suggestions about axioms or morality.
I have NO problem finding morals in any work of fiction, si fi or otherwise. But none of them constitute science. Just treat them for what they are, entertainment.
Okay, so what your confusing is new age spiritual woo with science fiction. Here is the difference, nobody says works of science fiction are true hence the fiction part of the name, where as everything you mentioned above has a dedicated following of people that purport it too be true. Let me clarify, any science fiction writer will tell you without batting an eye that their works are fictional, excepting Ron Hubbard. Now try getting Deepak Chopra to admit his routine is fiction.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
