A SCUBA dive into a clear and luminescent sea leads us to a Zen like state of euphoria. As we swim through swaying green kelp forests among golden Garibaldis and fat, bulging Sunfish we are at home in the womb of the sea. An occasional striped Jelly Fish floats by with its long tentacles trailing behind. This is indeed the best of all possible worlds.

And then a bell sounds. We have forgotten. Our air tanks are running low and it’s back topside to that other world, that one of crashing waves on resistant shores,

Ah, yes! The parallel worlds of imagined dreams that sustain us and the real world we meet every day.