2022-04-28 02:22:01
Reality robs us of this right and the conditions which we call - illusion - maturity. And man invented his art, literature, philosophy and science in order to confront the usurpation of this right.
Since the first sunrise that man has known, he has had dreams, that is, a different, deep and additional perception of the lived reality. This is what drove him to build cities, write books, and live life.
I imagine that the first person to draw a drawing, such as those found in ancient caves, he deduced from a dream he had; Perhaps the first person learned the possibility of drawing from the possibility of dreaming itself.
Philosophy also began as a human dream in order to transcend superstition, just as literature began from the inspiration of a fiery imagination, and the imagination is nothing but a creature raised by dreams.
In many cells, I dive and get locked up. Each time, I am put to an abyss; The basement of the lonely catacombs of life. Deeper, lower, further, higher. Not a song, a long voice, not a music either. I repeat the melodies that I have memorized, and the place does not make a sound; Here from excessive loneliness there is no echo.
Several cells prevented the sound from returning, and I passed between them; Dungeon by dungeon, I ask the jailer to escape; I accepted imprisonment. I accepted it as Joseph accepted. Is not prison more beloved than what we are called to?
Come, O dreamer of dreams, to me with your opinion, to foretell you, so that you may know that imprisonment is an illusion, as long as you see life from behind the walls, as long as you realize that the cockpits have windows, even if every window is hidden.
I dreamed that I was a sunshine, said Owl. I dreamed that I was dirt, said another. I dreamed that I was a tree, said a third. So I said, All of you have dreamed of what you are imprisoned for in the vast space of life:
Isn't the window trapped in a wall that extends to what we don't know? Isn't the dust immobile and imprisoned in its own stomach and soul? Isn't the tree a curse, as a punishment, for the endowment as long as it survives and the wind does not bounce on it even if it perishes?
As long as you are alive, I said, you are imprisoned in life, and if its walls extend to an extension in which you do not see a wall, then you are considered - delusional - at large. We are tied with a rope, for your age—the prison did not miss the boy for the loose length and his folds by hand!
"And you, what are you? What are you dreaming of, and what are you becoming?" They asked. I said, pointing to the darkness, between the walls, going from wall to wall with eyes that cross dreams,
"I have no hope in prison,"
"What a despair
And what freedom does he have?"
What is the need of escaping?"
"I'm in it and I'm not in it
On it and I am not of it
I'm crossing,
and the exit,
life and death
I am a cloud
between the sky and earth."
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