Much obliged.

With thanksgiving round the corner, it's the perfect time to, well, give thanks.

Recently, while reading, I had microscopic epifany, a lilliputian brainstorm, if you will. I all of a sudden realised that my life would be a whole lot less interesting without one simple and oft-ignored feature.

I'll leave you in the dark for now as to what is exactly is. But I'll give hints.

It's not a physical object - you can't touch, kick, eat, smell, lick or throw it, even if you try really hard. It's a mental thing; a state of mind, perhaps. The phrase I am after was invented (if you can invent such a thing as a phrase) by the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Shakespeare also refers to it in the prologue to his renowned play Henry V. Guessed it yet? If this didn't exist, you'd be going 'huh?', 'what the hell?' and 'no way!' all the bloody time. I can't think of any more clues, so I'm just gonna come out and tell it.

I'd honestly like to give my sincere thanks to the existence of Suspension of Disbelief - without which two true passions of mine (reading books and watching films) would become rather redundant, and a massive waste of time to boot.

Much obliged.

Cheers