"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?"
And for a moment, they looked up at the sky together; wondering where in the universe they might be.
"Please, sugar cane and wonder sips, don't fall." He whispered to the glasses. He struggled a bit, still walking slowly; pausing for brief seconds at a time, just until he finally had handle of them.