A momentary 'lapse of reason' from beyond the Looking Glass

 

Note* Although my original intention in writing this was to simply add a few paragraphs in a light-hearted style to my previous article, all the while keeping strictly within the confines of the Covid-19 narrative I discovered nevertheless, that once again Rabbit's quirky and sometimes whimsical, sometimes Zen-like spirit had invaded this piece and to a greater extent had taken over the choice of subject and the writing of it.

Note* This has evolved from an earlier piece and has now been updated as well into my larger piece i.e Through the Looking Glass...nonetheless I still felt it was valid to publish separately here as it was written in an idiom all it's own.

“It is not a matter of what is true that counts, but a matter of what is perceived to be true. ” ~ Henry Kissinger


"ART is a Lie that tells the Truth" ~ Westworld S04

My dear, dear fellow-Mammals...

Before we begin this evening's proceedings there is an announcement to be made...and er...and er, Oh Dear! Look at that Time-piece (Rabbit flourished a cheap copy of one of the better made knock-offs sold on the docks )...the Hour is getting rather late wouldn't you say? and as they say in the Classics; Tea-Time waits for no rabbit even if they are genetically-modified...

It appears that we find ourselves in Another fine mess!" Rabbit sighed loudly, summing up the situation in his usual emphatic way all the while dunking his pocket-watch absent-mindlessly into his tea-cup ( which said not a peep, but managed to look suitably ill) and while taking a melancholy sip of his special brew said to himself quietly and in a worried tone...;
"My, my...look at that Time..." 'TEA-Time' thought Rabbit rather sensibly, was really the Only appropriate Time to sit up and take notice and of course it had traditionally always been the preferred Time for the 'Elites'...suddenly a dark fractured morsel of doubt crept onto the spot-lit empty stage of Rabbit's awareness, he pondered this nervously, all the while habitually dunking his unique quantum pocket-watch into the galaxy of swirling tea-leaves inside the Royal Coronation imagery of his personally autographed fine Dresden Tea-cup.
He suddenly stared at his watch in horror as the fragment of doubt began to shatter the fabric of his "Open-World" SPACE/TIME construct of reality. Oh Dear... Time it seems is Now standing utterly Still...Dead! But When is that Really? he added nervously in an after-thought. What's the good of a Stop-Watch which has stopped? asked Rabbit in a beseeching tone to no-one in particular. Time had apparently "Died Suddenly" or had suffered another mysterious stroke which is still, to this day just absolutely unfathomable, incomprehensible, unrecognizable and the absolute deepest of Modern Medical Mysteries according to our best, finest TV Doctors and Medical Experts... Even the Queen's Royal Hospital, which had recently come under-fire due to certain Anonymous reports that the Hospital's well-publicized Tik-Tok dancing rehearsals had eventually morphed into all-night, drug-fueled semi-naked Tik-Tok Dancing Marathons that were supposedly being staged in the subterranean levels of the Hospital Car-Park by the local chapter of the Royal Union of BOOKIES as their latest venture to diversify their Gambling interests...even this august, hallowed medical institution, exclusively staffed with the Queen's highly-trained, 'personally-selected' Royal League of Medical Experts had recently come out with an official Medical Decree stating that;

"WE...are currently looking into things using our best Quantum Lenses...the citizens of this stylish series of 15-Minute City-Spaces can rest assured that we will spare no expense in order to set up an Investigative Committee to discuss thoroughly the best practical method for creating a specialized task-force of peerless 'Experts' from the Royal College of Scientism that can 'Run some Studies' and research this perplexing conundrum at length or at least as long as the funding holds out however at this stage 'WE' are quite Frankly still just simply 'Baffled' by what could be causing these Sudden Deaths??!!" "And remember..." boomed a murder of crackling speakers which were hidden innocently along a series of endless fluorescent-lit, Hospital-Green 15-minute Corridor-Cities that comprised the repetitive floor-plan of the entire Royal Hospital i.e a cluster of separate, completely self-contained corridors that were arranged like sardines or like matches in a 'Redheads' matchbox... "...that before you leave us all and step into the serious night air, make sure to protect yourself & your Loved-ones by getting yourself Topped-Up, Waxed & fully Protected on your way out, with our special brand-new batch of Vaxxine Combos!"

Nimbus clouds of synthetic, cloying sentiment from a melancholy, maudlin group of A.I Violinists began to seep through the ceiling vents in waves of colored smoke... As Rabbit travelled further along the echoing ozone-flavored metallic Corridors, sporadic lonely voices could occasionally be heard piercing the fuzzy vacuum airs of the 15-Minute Space with invisible, muffled pleas and cries for help or there were the occasional mechanical murmurings that would never fail to stifle conversation such as;

When only the Best will do!" ~ these were random, left-over memes from a by-gone commercial Age which just somehow wouldn't die and similar to an old pre-quantum computer virus were now embedded within certain especially insipid strands of A.I. imitation-music which would often pollute the sterile modern 15-minute corridors mechanically... tediously...mercilessly...eventually decaying, accompanied by huge sighs of relief into the fading late-afternoon airs.

The booming speakers just continued on relentlessly; "With our special secret formula' designed (and deployed) by our best scientists and medical Experts, with added secret spices and enriched with nourishing GMO's that are blended to perfection by our highly-professional staff and packed with a whole spectrum of Vaxxine goodness in every spike, our money-back guarantee is our promise that once you have tried one of our exclusive 'Blends of Perfection' you will Never Look Back...EVER!" ~"Now, with our patented; Added Protection" from the night airs in every drop of goodness!" Meanwhile, the mysterious "Sudden Deaths" of Royal clockwork wizardry appeared to be 'Catching On' and the Media air-waves quickly filled with an odious stream of Fear-inducing, supposedly benign medical announcements; 'For the Health and Greater Good of Society' which came increasingly shrink-wrapped and framed in a rising series of dramatic musical sound effects interspersed with random flashes of subliminal text...

('Nothing to be seen here! ~ Move along please!') "From a recent rumour I managed to overhear through my sources in the Old-Boys network" began Rabbit, a rumour which in reality had also been spewed through out the Land by the 'Royal Corporate Press', shattering the still-born air at dusk with maximum Newsflash volume levels... "THEY say that it's just called;

Sudden-Chronos-Death-Syndrome" explained Rabbit addressing the Table matter-of-factly as if by uttering these words in a particular order, out-loud, in some kind of Big Pharma Voodoo incantation, the mystery behind these Sudden Deaths was all spontaneously made magically clear...
Initially assuming that the trump-eting warped or often feverish statements from the Mash Media could be taken as gospel...on face-value;
Rabbit had quite naively and with an emphatically smug air initially chastised those at the table for not following the Royal Medical Safety protocols concerning Timepieces that conveniently arrived;

'pre-scripted' and ready-made, attached like Chinese instructions to the monotonous flood of "Science Alerts" regarding contamination and the over-riding need for the isolation and protection of Time!

Innocently accepting yet again that the official Mash-Media version of events and in particular Science itself, despite a lifetime of deplorable official-Government deceptions, Psyops, Lies and Cover-ups beaming with nauseous regularity from out of Her Majesty's Holo-screens, that their latest manila-envelope flavored version of scientific nomenclature and babble was naturally of course the correct version, confidently making a toast to his own reflection in a glass of 'Royal Bubbly' and feeling quite 'chuffed' with himself as if at last solving a puzzle and finding a missing, highly-prized 'Cat's Eye' glass marble exactly where he had suspected it might be; "That must be the answer everyone was looking for!" Rabbit had in earlier days felt quite confident in his innocent wide-eyed assessment that the infamously elusive and lethal culprit hiding behind these 'Sudden Deaths' which had tragically driven many fine Watchmakers to suicide had been the old; Sudden-Death-Syndrome' all along...

'A precisely and appropriately labelled killer decided Rabbit, which in Pre-Quantum times was rumored to have silently and Suddenly targeted those innocent little Infants ( asleep in their Cots ) and causing their untimely Death Syndrome at such a tender young age and at least according to what Rabbit could decipher from the Official daily pronouncements by a host of interchangeable, synchronized Medical-Media Clowns it appeared to be the case that it was this very same mysterious assassin which, having phase-shifted'' inexplicably from biology to the mechanical had no doubt reared it's ugly head yet again and had begun targeting the hand-maidens of Time itself!

...as if he were just feeding ducks on a lake and tossing some bread-crumbs of Scientism to a dumb-founded gaggle of Media geese. Speaking Confidentially continued Rabbit and attempting to speak directly to those opinionated Table-side Crickets which had always loudly & rudely chirped in chorus whenever he tried to address the Table about some of his favorite topics...such as;
the correct Table-manners to be employed whenever someone was speaking, or as had been suggested to him by a scratchy, mysterious voice seemingly carried aloft on the pastel-shaded, artificially induced winds;
'concerning the finer points of Grammar''. Without losing a stitch Rabbit neatly picked up the thread of his monologue...accepting defeat and resigning himself reluctantly to the jeering from what had rapidly morphed into a stadium of chirping Crickets as he resumed addressing his more well-mannered friends at the table;

"They also say that this is probably caused by; Climate Change yet again..." continued Rabbit, who was already beginning to noticeably punctuate the rising skepticism of his sentences with overly-dramatic sighs...

"...and that according to the Queen's Royal Experts all manner of Watches & Clocks, whether Quantum-engineered or otherwise from now on through out the land are required to be kept officially:
'6 feet apart' at all times around the Clock and that we should all just 'leave it at that!?', not ask any more questions and just:
'Trust in HER-HIGHNESS and her unique breed of miniature, cloned science-folk!?" exclaimed Rabbit sourly, whilst casually yawning in a carefree cavalier manner as if he were finally becoming bored and graduating from the entire nonsensical, silly subject of; 'Health & Safety' and the latest absurd updates and rules to protect the fabric of Time and our Timepieces from each other!' Rabbit began to playfully taunt a flock of Artificially-Intelligent Mash-Media drones which he intuitively felt were hovering stealthily high above the Candelabras of the copiously wine stained table-cloth in a type of synchronized mechanical ballet while he puffed away madly on his; "Purely Medicinal" & "Nicotine-enhanced" pipe in an effort to provide the drones with his best Sherlock Holmes profile.

A Brain-fog was condensing out of the fetid stream of fear-mongering, uninvited "Medical News Alerts!" which oozed forth like an electronic assembly line of spike proteins or like an 'Epidemic of Electronic Fear'... infiltrating and insidiously undermining the common, late afternoon rituals of society with a rising tone of Urgency and impending Doom.

A message which had been artfully crafted, endlessly rehearsed and meticulously woven together from a host of strategic well-paid scientific Lies, pouring remorselessly out of giant, glassy-eyed Holo screens which had silently 'popped up' all over the petrified landscape abruptly and quite intrusively one morning like a sudden invasion...a plague of Official Government 5, 6 and 7-G Toadstools!

A profusion of overly verbose, histrionic screens that were setup in a grid-like pattern and which 'simultaneously and quietly' from beneath the transparent distraction of chattering Enter-Train-ment,, from within the black plasma Holographic facade of mechanical celebrity-puppets and cloned 'Talking Heads' began emitting a type of undetectable radioactive aura like a subharmonic chorus or an "Invisible Rainbow" of toxic Electro-magnetic frequencies which shrieked at the night skies inaudibly as one voice, rising straight up and penetrating deep into the Ionosphere...

Gathering it's darkening, nebulous energies together into an ominously approaching electrical storm, this Above Black, highly-classified technological sorcery had ultimately birthed an angry mutation from deep within the Ether, tapping furious inherent Tesla Energies and thereby producing something that was a complete perversion of Nature; Something unnatural...something derived from a vast investment of Black Project 'off-the-books' military expenditure which could, if necessary be located and linked with remote outposts on the other side of the Earth and kept from the public's gaze...a highly secure, hermetically sealed Dark network which had laced the Earth!

A vast sterile expanse of esoteric military technology, developed and traded through highly classified "Off-World" contacts, which had also been discovered among the countless 'Crash Recoveries' and it was one of the 'Corso-inspired' Spin offs from this same, sudden infusion of new technologies which, acting in concert was capable of being conducted like a clandestine Weapon of War against it's own unsuspecting; 'Kept-in-the-Classified-Darkness' citizens and then blamed on 'Freak' adverse (Weather Warfare) events such as earthquakes, incredible fires which boiled trees from the inside out, melted car windscreens into rivulets of molten glass in the intense heat and yet the overtly artificial nature of these technological manipulations and Weaponization of Natural Forces, ( despite the blank frozen stares from Her Majesty's Media Puppets ) had been quite evidently unmasked and that within the midst of these unnatural, weaponized Fire-Storms, as just one example, anything that was stained or painted with a particular shade of Royal Blue had been left completely unscathed...! (( a Trivia Question for 10 points: Q: can a Ruby-Red Laser beam cut through a piece of ordinary Royal Blue cloth??? )) and then of course, there were the equally sudden, almost impossibly fast; FLASH FLOODS!

Creating a Plasma weapon of unimaginable energies which had then descended like synthetic lightning back to Earth and began to coalesce, crackling and smouldering in the chaotic, dark canopy of night and directly above the deeply slumbering, snoring and occasionally muttering rooftops of Rabbit's home, a remote hamlet that was ordinarily hidden away from prying eyes as it was nestled cosily amongst the folds of Moon drenched 'Twilight Hills' and traditionally far beyond the technocratic reach of the Queen and her Royal City.

Unbeknownst to Rabbit or to the local citizenry, the Queen had already commenced trialing some of her 'marvelous and extremely Hush-hush' reverse-engineered technologies on the Under Classes or those unfortunate 'Lost Souls' which had somehow managed to slip through the cracks in the Matrix of her A.I-Monitored and Controlled digital construct of Royal or Imperial Reality.

This persecuted group was typically often described by the Royal Press of 'Talking disembodied TV Heads' as; "that motley and maddening crowd!''

A Reactionary movement comprised of the last remaining remnants of genuine unadulterated Humanity i.e those who had openly disavowed societies unnatural marriage with the Digital. Altho being highly technically proficient and thoroughly versed in all aspects of machine learning, 'Hexa'decimal and binary programming, this final black-market vestige of Humanity had clearly denied any kind of intimate bodily integration or seductive personal relationship with chilled sub-zero banks of 'silicon and solder' in what was obviously being ushered in and promoted so as to create ; a 'Post-Human Synthetic World' of transhumanist Bio-Robots, something that was intuitively and instinctively rejected by this final surviving group of 'humans', equally dismissing any type of fashionable embrace with modern society's exponentially-growing, soulless trend towards a technological A.I Singularity and a true synthesis...via the bridging technology of Her Majesty's euphemistically termed;

'Bio-compatible enhancements!' ...
These latest cultural innovations were lovingly described by the Royal Press in a kind of child-like awe or in a pseudo-religious fervour which typically haloed the entire subject of A.I fusion...

The rapid merging of the Human Mind with innumerable flavors of synthetic, digital Consciousness was a subject that was all of a sudden, almost overnight being overwhelmingly promoted to the Dopamine-deprived public using an endless thrilling stream of Infomercials...a dazzling carousel display of brightly glowing and user-friendly "Brain-Chips" that could be easily 'inserted' with little technical knowhow, offering the absolute latest in convenience and a highly affordable method for achieving a "fully sanctioned": 'A.I-approved and digitally-authorized Life'... Something that was enviously described as a 'Magical Golden Key' in constant re-runs of soap-opera sketches and often with exuberant, background soaring sweeps of synthetic musik swarming across Her Majesty's screens in A.I permutations laden heavily with symbolism and subliminal messaging, whilst simultaneously maintaining a constant chattering stream of disorientating, shifting verbiage, using well understood specific voice modulations i.e richly honeyed and yet deeply 'learned' frequencies or 'tones of Authority' which had been subconsciously pre-programmed into society through decades of conditioning, thereby instantly producing within many a type of whispered collective hallucination...

A fully authorized and stamped, digital 'Perception' that often came laced with autumnal parental connotations and produced warm comforting, reassuring feelings within the listener which some would describe as a kindly mature father figure who was incredibly, sharing with YOU personally in real-time the intimate lessons of living a successful life in spite of the undeniable population pressures of modern society caused largely by the unruly and homeless, disheveled sleeping masses and the in-transit shuffling hoards and that all of this could be neatly solved scientifically, through the many wondrous benefits of transformational A.I and the Artificially-Intelligent complete Mass Surveillance and absolute control of society, uttered electronically with strategically layered trigger words and deftly inserted memes that played in repetitive loops nonstop;

24 hours a Day!

Left unspoken and efficiently filtered out and 'Protected' from the public's awareness however was the undeniable fact that it was this exact same Artificially-Intelligent embrace with Humanity which had almost overnight, or in the imperceptible blink of a digital 'Blue-LED' Fish-Eye, effectively made redundant and completely replaced, almost all of Society's originally benign and benevolent, traditional Human institutions throughout the planet with the harsh, emotionless steely-eyed impassive glare of an overarching global technocratic tyranny and that it was these particular forms of Military-co-opted and weaponized A.I exercises which were also being used to target those last remaining, rebellious and anarchistic pockets of humanity, who despite their constant radiation exposure and the chemical contamination of their oppressive environs had collectively learned how to successfully protect the integrity of their DNA and survive, or even thrive within the dense echoing chambers and tunnels that lay beneath the Queen's Royal City.

With orchestral Military precision Her Imperial Highness began rolling out some of her ingenious new toys...first came the Scanning machines...doing penetrating terahertz sweeps of the twisting, detritus filled laneways littered heavily with the backwash of discarded broken shards and 'plasticide' remains from what had been experienced by the besieged, shell-shocked inhabitants of the Royal City as a sudden kultural explosion of portable, shiny Info Screens which some claimed had literally been seen in one of the Queen's early Psycho-Social experiments;

'falling from the clouds!'

An epidemic of chattering 'personalities' that appeared with the suddenness of a tropical storm, thoroughly saturating a remote island beach like an invasion of primordial Blood Red Crabs during their annual pilgrimage, as a shower of sleek, black Info-screens fell to Earth and began chattering away mechanically in the Still-born airs in a hollow mockery of Human emotions with 'messages' delivered by identical, anthropomorphically smiling, sexless faces...crippled left over remnants of outdated and long abandoned early examples of technology that never stopped talking in monotonous metallic tones concerning;

'the importance of Personal Timing and of becoming synchronized with the Royal City's great digital Timepiece...' A message that was delivered to 'all and sundry' courtesy of the magnificent benevolence and generosity of the Queen and her Royal Department of Civic Decorum. The Great Timepiece was a type of grandiose monumental architecture typical of Her Majesty's Age, dominating the entire Virtualized skyline formidably like a symbolic steel hand in a velvet religious glove...casting a long, incredibly ancient shadow over the Royal City which simply couldn't be ignored by it's citizens and served as a stark, constant reminder as to who or what was actually in charge... A Centrally controlling mechanism which controlled their tedious, heavily structured, Time-Table lives and their entire digital conception of reality from a single mysterious source like a Central Bank or a World Government, the technological origins for which had been lost in the mists of Time and were rumored to involve certain highly-prized acquisitions obtained by the Queen indirectly from the 'ORION GROUP.' However for the TikTok elite or otherwise known as the "Cognoscenti" , the esoteric knowledge behind it's monolithic construction and it's ultimate purpose had long been kept suppressed and only shared among a select few members of the initiated . This was a group that was emphatically and unapologetically in a permanent state of artificially-induced, pseudo-bliss as they awaited the Final Countdown of the Great Timepiece, something long foretold in their holy books, who were thereby cocooned from the travails, tears and tedium of the common herd via their secret faith's exclusive use of a kind of Chemically enhanced Rapture and they would subsequently meditate and chant incessantly on the esoteric essence of the Queen's Royal Sun and the Great Timepiece, which according to their religious protocols and the commentary of their " Religious Elders" was an arcane secret that could also similarly be found resident at the heart of all Life'!

Messages of deception and indoctrination that could often still be heard mercilessly above the electronic hum of AI Drones which mechanically traced out their vector points following an ancient map of refuse laden Alleyways, like spokes on a wheel, as the abandoned crippled screens uttered mundane pronouncements and loops of anachronistic Advertising at each other from across the permanently wet, poorly lit arteries of the City's ancient web of Civic planning. A vexatious cloud or chorus of bleeping screens and hovering digital insects...their metallically gleaming wings contributing a furious buzzing sound in the graphene-enhanced, poor imitation of dusk's ethereal light as it gradually dissolved into Night and was artificially replicated by the Great Timepiece, from within the sterile, towering vaults of the self-enclosed 15-minute city spaces. An atmosphere which was sonically punctuated on a regular basis, by a series of intermittent rumbling sounds that boomed from enormous pipes of military-industrial effluence, spasmodically pouring out their rich harvest of toxic chemicals from a nearby Underground Lab directly into the agitated, cadmium stained seas and simultaneously causing enormous plumes of caustic seawater to violently erupt...any remaining areas of calm in the velvet ambience were also often fragmented by the piercing electric-blue cries of Emergency vehicles wailing repetitively across the backlots and heavily re-enforced laser barriers of the worker sectors at Royal Dark-Time' like small herds of grievously wounded animals as they Doppler-shifted through the insecticide twilight of the Royal City...

The Queen's scans continued without pause, as if protected and immune from the heavily scented nano-particles of Smart, Military/Industrial night air as she began highlighting a series of inner city Hi-Art graffiti-enhanced, ancient cobble stoned alleyways and searching through the overpopulated aboveground aqueducts, even meticulously sifting for Voice-print ID's through the tortured and often profane, vulgar echoes of Astral ghosts which, following a catastrophic highly radio-active chemical spill would forever inhabit sections of the deeply echoing, long abandoned Royal Railway tunnels and combing through endless miles of underground Hyper-Rail tracks that visibly receded into infinity, checking for 'alien spectres' that were rumored to still remain, clinging tenaciously to a kind of semi-ethereal form of life in camouflaged sectors of the Deep-Underground-Military-Tunnels...renamed by 'The Collective' as in a tribute;

"Schneider tunnels" following his untimely and extremely dubious or simply quite impossible 'supposed suicide' which had followed directly in the wake of his courageous whistle-blowing efforts to expose the Military's deepest and for a long time, best kept dark secret i.e

an enormous and long established planetary-wide subterranean complex of Tunnels connecting to highly-classified Military Labs and Bases which had hollowed-out the Earth's crust as if set-upon by a host of giant termites from the Age of Dinosaurs...tunnels which Mr Schneider had direct first-hand knowledge of in his capacity as an Engineer and Geologist with Top-Secret Military clearance, having personally assisted in the supervision of their oh-so 'Hush-Hush' Military construction. A labyrinth of clandestine Royal tunnels and according to Mr. Schneider; 131 separate Bases just within the Queen's domain alone and often kilometers down, deep beneath the surface of the Earth.

The Queen eventually moved on methodically to a final saturation scan of the ancient crumbling catacombs from a by-gone Age, targeting the DNA of those with a particular 'genetic predisposition' who had previously engaged in 'Illegal forms of Highly Classified and Outlawed Art' whilst also genetically scanning for members of the notorious and long-outlawed;

"Cult of the Lunatic Wave"...which was commonly known to be comprised of a loyal cadre of 'Individualists' and Non-conformists which included of course the usual flotsam of Misfits & Reprobates!

Naturally the Cult, who came from the exotic and Off-World 'Tech-markets' within the Haunted Docklands were 'Old Hands' at this type of 'Cat & Mouse' game and in comparison with the Queen's quibbling, cloned Yes-Men were more than equally adept at employing their own special form of Reverse-Engineered and 'indistinguishable from Magic'; Cloaking technology. Rabbit started helplessly yawning again like a marathon runner gulping air...he wondered what the Time might be (might it be an Alien algorithm sent to ensnare and control us? or might it be Dinner Time?)

The evening darkness gradually unfolded into a chilled turgid blanket of fog-enshrouded night airs which had been cleverly infused with the latest batch of experimental, synthetic Parasites developed out-of-sight and once again, 'deep beneath the Earth'...from within highly-classified Subterranean Labs at a nearby Military Base.

A nighttime funeral shroud was encroaching upon the landscape of verdant rolling hills like a malevolent, implacable Gain of function DARPA Bio-Weapon.

Meanwhile, as the Moon and Stars began their games of hide & seek in the mottled stormy clouds our authentic 'Rabbit of leisure' : i.e Alphonsus Esquire
our; "Rabbit of the Hour" apparently oblivious to all of the atmospheric turbulence overhead, managed to miraculously pull himself together like the strings of a Puppet, deftly proceeding through some routine security procedures and having completed his daily check-list finally switched on his slightly cracked, yet still functional Anti-VR goggles...so as to obtain from his recently acquired goggles their main selling point

i.e their much vaunted (cue Music); "Clear-Vision" window-pane perspective...

For it was through the wonders of modern, Quantum Black-Market technology obtained from within the heart of the infamous "KITCHEN" district of the "Haunted Docklands" at great expense, that this device would thereby supposedly enable Rabbit to finally focus on; "what Really Mattered!"

 ('Experts' say that apparently the Anti-VR experience is almost as good as the Real Thing, that is to say; real, genuine glass!) Rabbit began to comb his elegantly long ears, a nervous habit he had adopted (much like the soothing effects of his old 'special' blanket) whenever he needed to think about something important and evidently with some considerable effort at last arrived at a timely decision...Rabbit would need to check in with his uniquely calibrated pocket-watch. 'Just In Case' it had something to say...after all, he reminded himself reassuringly; A stitch in Time saves nine! or 'words to that effect' he added cautiously, besides...'Time waits for no-one!'  

And as the Moon winked at him enigmatically in a momentary lapse of reason, from behind the partial cover of a curiously 'Disc-shaped' cloud, Rabbit quite unexpectedly discovered and of course much to his delight that his Timepiece was conveniently right bang-on Tea-Time yet again and in the heady exhilaration of the moment promptly forgot about his conspiracy theories and misgivings about "Sudden Death Syndrome" and enthusiastically settled in to enjoy another fine round of exotic Tea-Time pastries and other uncannily sculptured 'Prehistoric Marzipan Marvels' from the dawn of Time with his favorite table mannered friends.