I ask Alice.

I ask Alice,

"What is it like to go down the rabbit hole?"

"Is it a funnel?

Spiraling, dizzily all the way down?"

"Or a slide,

Gliding, swaying,

Gracefully to the ground?"

"Is it a teleporter?

Transporting me, rapidly."

"Or a tumble,

Breaking my skull, with a wretched cracking sound?"

“Alice, I’m going down now."

"Tell me what's it like?"

She says,

"It’s nothing.

"It’s as easy as riding a bike."