I think having children has both confused and confirmed me. I notice with my three kids that there is virtually no difference between what is real and what is not. Without effort (quite naturally), they drift between a fantasy world and the real world. In fact, they probably see the truth of it, in that the real world is a construct that "grown ups" use as a sensible fiction. Grown-ups occasionally drift into the netherworld, but only in certain socially acceptable situations like movies or books. But then, you look at the artificial construct of the world, and one wonders how can a scene like this even exist unless there is no difference between the worlds.