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“In the beginning was the dream…
In the eternal night where no dawn broke, the dream deepened.
Before anything ever was, it had to be dreamed…

If we take Nature as the great artist, then all presences in the world have emerged from her mind and imagination. We are
children of the earth’s dreaming. It’s almost as if Nature is in dream and we are her children who have broken through the dawn into time and place. Fashioned in the dreaming of the clay, we are always somehow haunted by that; we are unable
ever finally to decide what is dream and what is reality. Each day we live in what we call reality, yet life seems to resemble
a dream.

We rush through our days in such stress and intensity, as if we were here to stay and the serious project of the world depended on us. We worry and grow anxious – we magnify trivia until they become important enough to control our lives.

Yet all the time, we have forgotten that we are but temporary sojourners on the surface of a strange planet spinning slowly in the infinite night of the cosmos…

― John O’Donohue