...“And what is ‘Real’?” he asked, methodically, cryptically. “Well, how things are. – The sky, the moon, the stars, this tavern…death.” “Is there a thing that you would call the opposite of death?” “Of course, life.” “And what is it, to be alive?” “Drawing breath, a heart beat…I suppose.” “Is it so simple as that?” he said, reclined. “No…no, it isn’t. I’m at a loss as to what else to say, though.” “Would you say that life, to be alive, must ...