It is a known fact that if you post even a tiny piece of slightly embroidered information, some wiseacre will insist upon pointing out reality. Ahem.
I received a concerned note from a reader who mentioned their belief that the town of Berne doesn't really exist. It doesn't (anymore). Wiped flat by a strip mine (which incidentally improved the heck out of it), Berne is a metaphor. And to my dear reader; I have read your blog, you write in metaphor, I choose to live in one. Tell me that there is a difference.