Monday, May 30, 2011
Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking.
Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so is consciousness a disorder of life.
Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness.
Awake from a dream, the truth is known: awake from waking, the Truth is—The Unknown.
~ Aleister Crowley, The Book of Lies (1913)