This was long before our mothers cried.
The world was a steady heartbeat then...

Steady, you know, solid.
Like a foundation.
Except it was more like a frame. Something that's always there,
around the world.

More of your mystical stuff...
Now you're going weird on me,
aren't you?

I'm trying to explain to you what it was.
What it felt like. If it was like having coffee at Starbucks, that's what I'd say.

Hee haw!