I'll definitely remind you that all knowledge is a memory born from a dream. As sun falls sleep wakes. Knowledge repossessed. A memorial to sudden genius. The gateway to thought is the gateway to dream, as all the world's apples are patiently waiting to be eaten.
A zebra, in all of its black and white beauty, disposed of black and white thinking, races through your cloud-dream and arrests your moment of despair.
You are struck with allegiance to the unfolding caprice of love.
How mimes can slowly stay their pace and tears become their flowers is no secret unto mimes. They are extraordinarily humble persons!
Vision operates on the apparatus of modern verisimilitude. But clarity is derived from dream.
(Some old writings of a few years ago)
