Alarmism has turned off my alarm.
The rooster crows as I walk with my dog around the farm.
Now I sleep. A world inside a world is safe from harm.
Among tall trees, a lush, fantastic, garden,
Three hungry bees for every flower.
Sunlight, you are my radiation, my danger.
Something hand-written is handed to me. Could anything be stranger?
The world looks the same as it did in my first hour.
The world can take care of the world.
I feel safe. Is this odd?
Have I slipped into madness? Or did I find God?