Stars and Dreams

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My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.

Looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Vicent Van Gogh

I'm a believer that the universe is greater than our imagination could be, but we are entitled to (widely) dream about it.

It's an interesting and complex mix: we are capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares of loneliness and destruction. We ought to value our will to make the beautiful ones represent a better existence, this should be the essence of reality.

Nonetheless, "the world is not enough". In all our searching, the only way that we've found that makes this empty disposable is through each other, on the path of eternity. It is a sensation bigger than us, creating sublime experiences that are not tangible and that we cannot describe.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bouvary