"Dude, what happened to your hands?" his fellow dorm mate asked him. "Huh, this? I must've gone too far with the red," he turned his hand and tried to shake the access paint off. "It looked like you were involved in a murder or something." "Possible. Wanna go around and sabotage people's laundry?" "Give me some of that paint, I'm in." Kylo slapped some paint on his hand and off they ran towards the laundry lines and left handprints all over people's clean clothes without a care in the world.
Reality is not something that you integrate into your personal view of things. Reality is life without your distorting stories, ideas, and beliefs. It is perfect unity free of all reference points, with nowhere to stand and nothing to grab hold of.