Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I

The Only Refuge Left To Us Was The Poet's Ivory Tower, Which We Climbed, Ever Higher, To Isolate Ourselves From The Mob.

Man, Do You Think Yours Is The Only Soul? Look Around You. Everything That You See Quivers With Being. Though Your Thoughts Are Free, One Thing You Do Not Think About: The Whole. Beasts Have A Mind; Respect It. Flowers Too- Look At One. Nature Brought Forth Each Petal. There Is A Mystery That Sleeps In Metal. Everything Feels, And Has Power Over You.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

The First Moments Of Sleep Are An Image Of Death; A Hazy Torpor Grips Our Thoughts And It Becomes Impossible For Us To Determine The Exact Instant When The I, Under Another Form, Continues The Task Of Existence.

Why Should A Lobster Be Any More Ridiculous Than A Dog? ... Or A Cat, Or A Gazelle, Or A Lion, Or Any Other Animal One Chooses To Take For A Walk? I Have A Liking For Lobsters. They Are Peaceful, Serious Creatures. ... Goethe Had An Aversion To Dogs, And He Wasn't Mad. They Know The Secrets Of The Sea, They Don't Bark.