I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am

Good Men Make Good Rhinoceroses, Unfortunately.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.

The Light Of Memory, Or Rather The Light That Memory Lends To Things, Is The Palest Light Of All. I Am Not Quite Sure Whether I Am Dreaming Or Remembering, Whether I Have Lived My Life Or Dreamed It. Just As Dreams Do, Memory Makes Me Profoundly Aware Of The Unreality, The Evanescence Of The World, A Fleeting Image In The Moving Water.

I Am Told, In A Dream You Can Only Get The Answer To All Your Questions Through A Dream. So In My Dream, I Fall Asleep, And I Dream, In My Dream, That I'm Having That Absolute, Revealing Dream.

To Become Conscious Of What Is Horrifying And To Laugh At It Is To Become Master Of That Which Is Horrifying