Ah, you are not a fellow Wordeater I see so I do not know how best to explain this to you; you who thinks in the tangible, three-dimensional world of your own five senses. You who argues this did not happen 'to me' when I can assure you it did.
I was buried, ensconced, snuggled on a bed of enchanted stars as a tapestry already in existence weaved itself anew over my hungry flesh. The heavens engulfed me in a blanket of bliss as below the grasses bent to the shape of my song and even the angels fell silent to listen -
We eat words, it's what we do. Big words, small words, clean words, dirty words: our diet is varied and does not discriminate (well, except against adverbs, they taste weird). Welcome. Please tuck in. There are always seconds.