We know it’s impossible to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
We suspend disbelief because it’s fun. Because we’re grownups. Because we’re supposed to. It’s just a movie. It’s just a comic book. No tall buildings being leapt over in a single bound will ever cross me, no, not on my watch — I’m rational.
Unlike kids, grownups can move from belief in superpowers and disbelief in Santa in a snap.
But how often do we suspend disbelief in ourselves?
And what would happen if we did?