it occurs to me that i could step out of the forest into the glimmering glade and talk my walk with you all for part of the way to wherever we’re going for as long as we’re on the same track. our bare feet would step with care on a path well-scrutinised in advance for thorns and fewmets, side-stepping tiny young plants and bright green beetles, gentle on the bright green moss.our eyes would see the trees and birds and we’d tell them their scientific names. we would see the hidden life among the leaves, the tiny forests within the leaf mold under our feet, and the fairies and sylphs of the wayside.
small mammals and reptiles would flee at our approach. kangaroos would greet us affectionately and pose for photos. perhaps we would meet other wayfarers, and wander at will with them all. i would carry a good well-educated wand and some amulets, two flutes and a lute, and a full purse of gold, and there’d be silver and some coppers in my pocket. we’d sometimes find pavement beneath our feet, or cool mosaics, or wooden flooring, and there’d be bothies and inns and haunted mead benches where we could hobnob with the worldlings and exchange wisdom and words of goodwill. we’d view vistas, learn lore, mend mad magic, meet our maker the miraculous Mind, our mother the mud our father the sky, and create stuff… dream-worlds, game-worlds, fairy-lands and elf-realms, and visit the ones that already exist. well, i’ve stalled long enough. time i began.