The problem is this: Suppose I describe to you, in fantastic detail, exactly how the world works and how people are. Now, suppose that pretty well everything I described to you was wrong. Could you ever believe me again about anything.
It was like being brought up in this world but being given a map to Tolkien’s Middle Earth. That was my childhood. Even today, I slip up because I was brought up in Middle Earth.
And I cry now, because I was brought up in non reality.