Art Allows Me to Leave Reality

Good art allows me to flee the realms of reality. In my mind's limitless consciousness, I can escape the mundanity of everyday life. It opens a door in my head to a world only limited by my imagination. I am no more a slave to gravity, chained down on the earth when I am reading. I can be a bird and soar high above the clouds, or be a fish and swim deep down in the darkest depths of the ocean. I am there, I am that person, and everything else around me regardless of what it is, fades away. Sometimes these people are the one's I'd like to be but sometimes I encounter nefarious characters I wholly condemn. I am able to feel the emotions that the artist intends for me to feel. However, it is not merely reading or listening, but understanding and considering everything I can about a work of art – which I find enjoyable.
I recently concluded reading, 'The Grapes of Wrath' by John Steinbeck. His earthy and rapturous prose, his heartfelt description of cynical characters, his immaculate illustration of the callous, self-interested capitalists, and the dejected, hopeless laborers, and most...