We have been built by a Dreaming material are the words by William Shakespeare.
Our mind with its many thoughts and dreams about fairies and ghosts is like an enchanted golden box with many multicolored butterflies in it. Stillness seldom prevails there, some butterflies always move about. Nobody can predict which butterfly will move about … One which is a fairy or the other which is a ghost, or several at the same time.
Fairies and ghosts are as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
(see Hamlet, Act 1, by W Shakespeare)
What else can we do but dream?
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