What world? Why this one of course! This one that nobody knows but me, Is flowing like your river, flowing ever into and out of the sea, for me! Oh the excitement of it! This world! This world where things happen in long, long strings of shining pearls of existence, Where there's no danger no peril in what does not exist, but which can be seen, touched and tasted! Oh! The Excitement of it! The Agony, the Ecstasy! The sheer Emptiness so Vast and Endless as to be Nothing more than Here and Now!