When young boys, or girls for that matter, wander off into their inner world, magical things can happen. That is where the reality of the adult world becomes less than real, often dissappearing altogether. Hard things can become soft, gravity be denied and both time and distance get mixed up. Adults say "You're imagining things. Stop daydreaming and do something useful," but who is to say what is real and what is imagined? I certainly prefer the so called 'imagined' world to the other, 'real world', where hard things are hard and supper time is fixed. So let's join Marcus Parnassus in his adventures, where supper time is always when you're hungry and bed time is flexible.