While some accept the reality principle as a steadfast and strict dogma, others prefer just to accommodate it, allowing it to exist only in a matter of degrees. The latter understand that these degrees are quite flexible, plastic, wave-like even, waxing and waning, coming and going, moving in and out just as one breathes.

You can guess where I stand on the issue.

This one is one of many variants I’ve done on my original version of the well and many, many times done throughout history, “the Last Supper.”