Honesty and clarity are sentient instincts. We seek clarity above all. When we are coerced into confusion and lies, our sentience falls apart. When we force the truth into the subconscious, never to be examined or confronted, we revert to the animal's dumbfounded state. This is what I have often referred to as the stupour.
There is a single admission that we have never considered. We remain lousy at coitus. Until we confront that sentient realization, we remain a demented animal.
I guess a different way to look at it is that with our capability to invent fiction comes the necessity of sensing honesty and clarifying our existence.
An animal is not exactly honest. It accepts everything it senses because it has no choice and no say in the matter.
A damaged sentient being cannot distinguish between lies and truth.
A fully functional sentient being can sense the lie and is always seeking clarity. We have been reduced due to a single lie. That everything is fine with coitus.
This sets us on a far different trajectory from all life that went before us, once we free ourselves from the lie that forces us to remain on the same stupoured trajectory of an animal.
I think this answers the question that I have had for a very long time. Does fiction have a place in a sentient existence. I think the answer is no. Which means the whole definition of 'entertainment' becomes suspect.
Maybe intertainment is its replacement in a sentient being's life. Interaction with other humans IRT may be the answer. Maybe, in tandem, will the the pursuit of clarity. That may be the highest calling.
This subchapter is all the supposition of an animal (me) attempting to see past its limitations, so don't bet on it. Our future sentient race will know much better.
What is without doubt is we will have an aversion to lies. I have no doubt that, when the lesson is learned, it will be learned to a depth never to be broached.