The Blessing of Glasses

Being shortsighted, I need my glasses to make something out of the “reality” surrounding me. Without them, this “reality” becomes quite surreal, and I can’t tell one person from another if they are at more than 50 metres from me. I can’t find my exit from the highway and I probably wouldn’t be able to tell a rabbit from a squirrel, had it not been for squirrels climbing trees. If it’s running quickly and moving up along a tree trunk, it’s likely not a rabbit’s kin.

But when I take off my glasses the world doesn’t change. I might claim things instantly become very blurred, but they become like that just for me.

So I wonder how the world is for those who don’t need any vision help in the form of a pair of spectacles. Is it spectacular? Always sharp and very true? Does it leave no doubt? Is it nice this way?

Despite being simply a prosthesis, glasses might be of some more use. They helped me find a solution for the moments when the world becomes bad and people seem evil. I just take myself off and put it, the “me”, on the bedside table.  The blessing of glasses is that you can always remove them.

I don’t need to wear them to have clear dreams.

The Hole Story

It’s time for the whole truth about Rabbit Hole. Female audience needn’t read it - I’m sure you never questioned its meaning. I have something to explain to those who aren’t female and thus, by definition, think of one and the same thing without interruption. All the 196 pages, and the rest of the time (http://rabbithole42.blogspot.nl/2012/10/a-brainy-brand.html) At night, too - they either practice it, or just dream about practicing it. All those for whom the word “hole” evokes you know what, and a “rabbit” evokes a bunny. They are in need of an explanation.

The idea about Rabbit’s coming out arose at the table, densely populated with bottles, and less densely populated with male human beings.
- Your blog might be ok, but how on earth do you imagine to get more readership with such a name? A Rabbit Hole?  - said one of them.
- Yes, can you imagine a Monday morning conversation in the office: “Have you read the latest post in the Rabbit Hole?” “The hole, you say? No, I’ve been there, but I haven’t read anything. Have you? Wow, tell me about it. Practiced some Hole-a-Hutra? A new sport?” Ha ha ha. - added another, bursting in laughter.
- Now it's official. You’re not my target audience anyway. - I said - It’s a blog for those who like to read. READ. That’s something you need the big brain for. It’s a niche thing, you know. 
- A niche?! - he fell off his chair.
- Confirmed again. All the time about one thing.
- No, I don’t always think about it. Let’s see... Sometimes I think about my work. 
- And why is it you work?
- To earn money, primarily.
- And why do you need money? There we go. Same thing again. 
- No, but seriously. Someone who googles “rabbit hole” on the web, is looking for bunnies, not reading stuff. 

All right, I’ll explain.
The Rabbit Hole is a hole in which lives a Rabbit. 

If this isn’t enough: there have been many rabbits living in holes in the past as well as in the present, and it’s quite likely that this trend will continue well into the future. Not all of them were famous, but there are at least two prominent predecessors, which got into close contact with the Hole. 

1. Winnie-the-Pooh. 

Winnie  once got stuck in his friend’s Rabbit’s doorway (in other words, the hole) having consumed too much food. As a consequence, he had to be read to for the whole week by Christopher and not given any food, to lose weight and be able to get out of the narrow cavity (yes, narrow. Does this make you happy, too?). Being read to, as a side effect, helps losing weight. That’s a fact worth noticing.  

1. Alice in Wonderland. 

She got into the absurd through the said Hole. 
I quote after Wikipedia: “the Rabbit Hole, which symbolized the actual stairs in the back of the main hall in Christ Church” . I’m not sure if the staircase was particularly narrow, but that’s irrelevant. It’s a Church, my dear.

My Rabbit Hole isn’t that notorious, obviously. As I said - a niche. Looking quite dull on the outside - just another plain and average hole dug out in the ground. Except for the month of September, when it is beautifully decorated with heather. 

But inside, if you ever are invited, and if you dare - there’s a surprisingly spacious apartment. There’s my bedroom (the room where I sleep, read and wake up, alone), there’s my living room, filled with books, there’s a kitchen, a small bathroom, and there’s one more room. The one no ordinary  apartment is equipped with: a room for imagination. 

This is where all Rabbit’s imagination is stored. Not in the cloud, but under the ground. 

And 42? It’s the answer to life the universe and everything. Just google it.