Reality, check.

Spirituality, man. What's the point of discussing anything else? Where do you stand? What do you do? Are you a monk, like me, or just another banker? What I'm saying is, do you wear sandals? Coz I do. I wear sandals out, like. And God is in my heart constantly, and questions of faith are what I stand on.

That's how I'm wobbling, like.

Okay, big bang. But what's there before it, and what's outside the stretchiness of space and time? Nothing but my own design of conciousness, green hilled and valleyed, with good views of the sea and regular fights with George and his minions.

Ah HATE George and his many minions!

It's colder inside than it is ootside.