I have been visiting your world for all my life. And I did what you
required of me. You have come to believe I am one of you. You believe I
live in your world. You believe I am like you. But I am still a visitor.
I go back to my world often, and cannot invite you to come with me. My
world is invisible to you. And that is a pity, since you will never see
the spiraling joy, the dark and silent deep, the wonder, the
fascinating parts of the whole. And you will never see that in my world I