In the great hall of dreamers
One thousand lie like stone
Each so near another
Yet every dream, alone
Through the ages, endless
They lie in lonely sleep
In one thousand tiny worlds
One thousand dreamers weep
Each enthralled by illusion
Unknowing slaves of fate
One thousand meek kings
Clutch their crowns and wait
Thus they scream in silence
Dreamers, veiled in glass
Isolated, unaware the while
A thousand seasons pass...














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And it really, REALLY reminds me of a speech that Emerson gave about man being asleep. You should read it if you haven't already, because I think you'd like it a lot.
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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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