It would be inaccurate to say that he did not believe it to be a real place, but he knew it couldn't be reached merely by traveling in a particular geographic direction. One could almost say it was a matter of attitude and perspective, but that would leave too much left unsaid.

It was everything he knew life and the world were meant to be, and in many ways could therefore be said to correspond to Eden. In fact, he often summed up his longing for Faerie with the phrase "walking in the Garden in the cool of the day," for this is something he longed to do. The phrase for him was pregnant with meaning, but what it meant was much more than a mere physical act; he perceived it as a spiritual, holy thing.

He came to his belief in faerie relatively late in life. Not that he was old and grey when it first took hold of him, but he was way past childhood and adolescence. As a child he never really knew about this land. His sense of wonder had either been lost at an early age in the dark jungle of what is commonly referred to as the real world, or had never received the nourishment necessary to bud forth into life. In any case, the Land of Faerie made itself known to him in his adult years, and never left him after that. It was the one thing he needed to make sense out of his world and to bring him to an understanding of the truth beyond what is commonly held to be reality.

For the rest of his life he was never able to fathom why anyone would reject or refuse to believe in this land, when its documents were so readily available for any who would take the time to read them. But it is a sad world, and for some the sadness is all they can believe in.