How to live as divided cells — voilà! Something always eludes the scientists, the poets, the stargazers, the biologists, the anthropologists. Something eludes the informers, detectives, police, lawyers. It is the dream. And what lies in the deformed mirrors of the dream and haunts our sleep is the secret of everything.
Anaïs Nin in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944
Song: “Constantine’s Dream” by Patti Smith