We all know that the world is nothing but knots in the invisible toile-like material called "ingamy".

As light passes through these knots it is refracted, creating the illusion of things.

Redo the knots, or even loosen them a bit, and you've got yourself a new world.

For instance on a Sunday drive through Tennessee last week I was drawn to a large low-lying edifice with a smoke sign above it reading
"Marchand's Magic Mall". The building was made entirely of glass bricks. There was a separate small structure at the corner of the parking lot, a sort of convenience store called Dusel's where high school girls flocked to buy purple bottles of love gasoline.