We pass through the compressed, dark and living-pixel entrance to the deep cave tunnel, which swallows us here. Good thing you're dressed for the beach under your uniform. Shuck off those pants and coats, swim now, as if your life depended on your swimming lessons! Round and round, down the gorge, past Pinocchio and Jonah and the Fantastic Four and that tiny Irwin Allen Submarine and yesterdays french fries (still intact! How's that? Don't you chew?) and undissolved antibiotic time-bomb capsules, etc, etc.     The X-shape led, and my old self followed, flying through the darkness on the bee television, that miraculous shape given me by the bees, and now being taken back by them.