"And what of the trees behind you? What of their flowers? Can you not smell their nectar, their velvet-like pedals? What of the birds in the sky, their songs harmonize, can you hear them? What of the ground, tell me; did you feel the ground slam against your legs, as you fell? And what of I? Did you feel -- when you saw the likes of a mountain moving towards you? Perhaps, it was fear; the likely feeling when stumbling upon the unknown -- do you feel the life in my words, the air that encompasses them, as I speak to you? Tell me, young one, does this world feel lifeless?What is real, to you?"