Sleep is in contact with the Possible, which we also call the improbable. The world of the night is a world. Night, as night, is a universe.... The dark things of the unknown world become neighbors of man, whether by true communication or by a visionary enlargement of the distances of the abyss ... and the sleeper, not quite seeing, not quite unconscious, glimpses the strange anomalities, weird vegetation, terrible or radiant pallors, ghosts, masks, figures, hydras, confusions, moonless moonlights, obscure unmakings of miracle, growths and vanishings within a murky depth, shapes floating in shadow, the whole mystery which we call Dreaming, and which is nothing other than the approach of an invisible reality. The dream is the aquarium of Night. Travailleurs de la Mer

Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.“ Narcissus and Goldmund

A hungry people listens not to reason, nor cares for justice, nor is bent by any prayers. De Brevitate Vitae

Labor in loneliness is irksome. The Innocents Abroad