I have a billionaire friend that I talk about this topic with often. We call it the wizard staff. You plant the wizard staff in the ground and watch reality bend around you. Or I have another mental model called the cardboard mall. Imagine a mall full of cardboard cutout people, who are only as real as you allow them to be. At any point in time you can simply decide to run through the mall at a full sprint knocking down every cardboard person in your way. The cutouts jeer at you. They make mean faces and murmur about you. They’re not pleased to be knocked down, but in the end they’re made of cardboard and there’s nothing they can do to stop you.