But at unexpected moments his sight seemed to go suddenly dim with sorrow as he remembered the spring of the Land. Compared to that, where the very health of the sap and buds was visible, palpable, discernible by touch and scent and sound, the woods he now walked looked sadly superficial.
The Land was more real than his original world ... which is the dream, or is it more sane to assume both are real in their own way.
Consider shamanism, and other ecstatic visionary systems. The visionary realm is its own reality and treated as valid without insanity.
Insanity is just a label placed by the non-visionary on what they can not participate in.
