We humans have a rather obtuse relationship with the truth. Sometimes we acknowledge such an existence, often we simply bypass any possibility of but one reality, holding onto the very vague concept that actuality is metamorphic depending on condition and circumstance. ‘What is real one day does not hold any water on another’, thus the majority of us would seem to like to believe.
Of course, the worst example of all is great lie, one so outlandish that any other possibility is obliterated in the onerous falsehoods shadow. The second millennium has seen a preponderance of the like, creating an air of intangibility, a universe more suited to an Alice than you and me.