There are those who-scoff at dreams and call them
a waste of time. Dreams are as much of you as the beating of your heart. The gift of
dreaming, of fantasising, is precious because it expands one life into countless other
lives, like a myriad blossoms on a single branch......
Those who cannot dream are to be pitied by those
who can. They will never know the magic of slipping through from Realtime into
Dreamtime.......
Seeing through dimension after dimension unknown
to our five senses, as though one curtain after another was drawn aside to reveal a
passionate world of colors, deeds, achievements and abilities.....
Every people, of everytime, have known the
importance of dreaming.....
The exquisite or fearsom pictures of our
imagination, the voices and music of the mind, arise out of an immensity for which we have
no name....
All we may do is hope to achieve some
understanding of that immense Cosmos within us.....
