The real experience is walled off from all other experience so it can be a real experience. The paradox of this enters our minds slowly: is being walled off what makes something real? When the United States was alone, how did it make us feel? I am still living on that real experience when I was isolated with you. We weren't supposed to be isolated so we didn't know what to do. Invite the revelers, experience the dance danced by everyone. Why doesn't this feel real? I experience the trumpet and the drum. Up in the secret loft, where the music is heard softly below, I ponder the real experience I had with someone else ages and ages ago.