At 'Back on the Mat', a fellow yoga practitioner decides to save money by buying the cheapest mat on earth, during the practice, Ernest and his cerulean mat starts to disintegrate. Later large holes start to appear, and the surround area looked like a sea of blue foam.  There it is, a hole on the magic carpet, where one escapes into a parallel universe.  When he stood in perfect namaskara b on the other side, he sees his exact reflection, but mirror image when he was in his downward dog.  how strange he says, that is interesting, where am I?

Percy would have said that he is truly able to feel himself after his escape from reality, Ernest can watch from this vantage point, what really is happening to his life, systematically, one cannot distance enough from self to understand ourselves.  We repeat, regurgitate, relive other people's lives, based on the influence of our environment, the media and historicity.  Ernest has earned himself a space, between the good foam and the bad foam that already has scattered. Space for some peace to observe