“Forget the buildings and the monuments. Let the softness of dark come in, all those light-years between stars and planets. Cities were the works of men but the earth before and after those cities, outside and beneath and around them, was the dream of a sleeping leviathan--it was god sleeping there and dreaming, the same god that was time and transfiguration. From whatever dreamed the dream at the source, atom or energy, flowed all the miracles of evolution--tiger, tiger burning bright, the massive whales in the deep, luminescent specters in their mystery. The pearls that were their eyes, their tongues that were wet leaves, their bodies that were the bodies of the fantastic. Spectacular bestiaries of heaven, the limbs and tails of the gentle and the fearsome, silent or raging at will . . . they could never be known in every detail and they never should be.”
Quote by Lydia Millet
Book:How the Dead Dream
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How the Dead Dream
This book delves into the mysterious realm of the afterlife, examining the dreams experienced by those who have passed on. The narrative takes readers on a journey through the subconscious, exploring themes of existence, memory, and the enduring nature of the human spirit. more
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