Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled. The worst mistake that you can make is to think you’re alive when really you’re asleep in life’s waiting room. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don’t forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person’s dream, that is self-awareness. You haven’t met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself.
Super perfundo on the early eve of your day.