It’s as if we’ve only ever seen plastic food; the idea of an actual peach or steak would not only be absurd, it would be terrifying.

Except that we’ve only seen counterfeit societies.

So we’re either blind to the strata of authentic societies everywhere we look, we take the counterfeit for the actual, and hate anything that resembles it, we’re blind to the entire dimension, we feel an ache for the real thing and don’t yet understand it… or all of those and fifty more.