If you are not utterly gobsmacked by all of this, by the way that attention is absorbed in this infinitely complex and utterly meaningless interweaving of worlds and stories with which it has exactly nothing to do, then you are asleep in it and only dreaming of being awake. The only appropriate response is astonishment, and even the astonishment, being a species of identification, has to be let go of. The astonishment is a gift that has been waiting for you from the very first moment until now, it is in fact, the very heart of the unchanging now, which is why all the threads you've woven out of eagerness and avidity just peel away. They won't fit together, that was never the intention, but they are literally charming so that you can only feel affection for them, like animals or children, in their freshness and innocence. And whether you get it or not makes not the slightest difference.