Imagine being a child and telling people you saw flying flowers, and they call you crazy, scoff and spit out the words "they are butterflies".
As an adult you tell a therapist that yes, cure me, make me like you, cure me, my everlasting new delight, and here rushes forth the shock and awe, and you're asked by the therapist why you are making an obscene gesture, and it's because you were invisible.
Awake, arise, appear, it's a neat trick, flowers breathe, and they can fly, you can't see these things because they're invisible.