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At First She Dreamed Of Sheep, Of Going To School, Of Cats Drinking Milk. Little By Little She Dreamed Of Blue Sheep, Of Going To School In The Middle Of The Woods, Of Cats Drinking Milk From Golden Saucers. And Her Dreams Became Increasingly Dense And Acquired Colours That Were Difficult To Dilute Into Words.

Putting My Hand In Someone Else’s Has Always Been My Definition Of Happiness. Before I Fall Asleep, Often - In That Small Struggle Not To Lose Consciousness And Go Into The Greater World - Often, Before I Get Up The Courage To Go Into The Vastness Of Sleep, I Pretend That Someone Has My Hand In Theirs, And Then I Go, Go To That Enormous Absence Of Form That Is Sleep. And When Even After That I Don’t Have Courage, I Dream.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.