I feel as if I’ve visited an upper world and don’t want to leave. My boat is waiting at the shore for me to return to this world but I don’t want to. And why should I?
The “reality” doctors want me to return to is one of wars, poverty, murder and rape. I don’t want to know that place. I don’t want to see it, feel it, touch it.
They say one must return from the adventure but I’d rather live my days in quiet solitude, living in the imaginings of a greater world, teaching my children the laws of that place rather than the corruption of this one.