at once the old man unbends , serves x a cup of tea sweetblack as jamaica run and scented with cardamon , and begins to drop broad hints about a way out , not to some gnostic-never-land with the body gone like a fart in a sandstorm , no brother , for the unseen world is not just of the spirit but also the flesh q jabulsa and jabulqa , hyperborea , hurqalya q theyre as real as brooklyn but a damn sight prettier !