The question is nothing more than inquiry and wonder, but it is the answer that I fear. How real is the reality? Is it the eternity of the universe, unchangeable to my wishes and desires? Or now, as the chicken is full of cornflakes and banana strings jumping from the table, will I feel change and understanding? This euphoric feeling everyone talks about without leaving the comfort and safety of home? I’ll just continue to tell myself that change is beautiful, gratifying with no unpleasant details?