Callings: Finding and Following an Authentic Life By Greg Levoy
"Dreams are only as dangerous as living, Faraday says, no more, no less. They're just a lot less familiar. Dreams are dark lakes in which each night we swim, and most mornings we don't even remember having been swimming. We glide into the water on our bellies, our spines fishtailing, breathing once again through our gills. We go primitive. All our conscious resistance dissolves like sugar in water, and we remember everything we claim to have forgotten because nothing is forgotten by the old gnome that sleep in the soul.
In our dreams, we roam far south of rational and well to the west of Main Street. We wear the faces of fish, the beaks of birds, and the tusks of animals who have answers buried in their fur and written on the skin on their tongues. We hear them speak the unspeakable. By dawn we've climbed back over the stone wall outside the bedroom window and crawled back into bed. When we awaken we find burrs clinging to our bedsheets."
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