“What is reality after all,” he said. “Did we not invent all this, are we not God, any and all of us?” He spread his own elegant hand on the table. “I could pass my hand through the wood as if through water. Any man, any woman, could do it. No chains, no bindings. It’s a world of chaos restrained solely by the human mind, which then, afraid of itself, steps back and says, see this colossal machine over which I have no power at all.”
