I visited another world, and I don’t know what I can say to make you understand just what I have seen. It is not that I cannot tell you how strange it was, but rather how normal it all seemed, seen from the perspective of one whose eyes inhabited another plane. Change is different there, not as abstract in the everyday as it is here; it seems that if you think of it, we get used to things more than we realize — there, I must say that each new moment has the potential to take your breath away…. Now, I cannot say which of the two places is better, here in the staid Euclidean structures, or there, where time branches off and returns like so many rivulets. I must say that I rather like that I can rest here, where one can rely on the sunset, even if one does grow blind to all the beauty in such things, which modestly pass by, both of you forgetting.