Once I had a weird dream of standing in the middle of the woods on a neat clear spot when a trumpet player friend of mine appears out of the blue.

We chat around for a while. As he leaves, I look down at my own hands and as I observe the upper layer of my skin, one skin cell grows bigger and bigger and sucks me in into a microscopic world of cells and atoms and then...

I find myself in the same woods on the same clear spot and the same fellow comes to me. We say goodbye and I look at my hand. Vessels, cells, atoms, but on a million times smaller scale...I land on the spot, see the trumpet player and ask him if he knows how small we are. He doesn't know.

 

I look at my hand...