Feb 22, 2005 22:05
As one walks or sits, sleeps or eats, the world of dreams mingles all together-men, and guerrillas with phantoms, things with designs. As one grows, as one attains consciousness, this world of dreams does not fade but spreads and deepens with every thought and feeling. Perhaps life would be more closely bound to that world of dreams if constant strife did not remind us and call us back into the coarse world of things and men.