2019-01-10



The past is all of one texture—whether feigned or suffered—whether acted out in three dimensions, or only witnessed in that small theatre of the brain which we keep brightly lighted all night long, after the jets are down, and darkness and sleep reign undisturbed in the remainder of the body.  There is no distinction on the face of our experiences; one is vivid indeed, and one dull, and one pleasant, and another agonising to remember; but which of them is what we call true, and which a dream, there is not one hair to prove.  The past stands on a precarious footing; another straw split in the field of metaphysic, and behold us robbed of it. 
--from 'A Chapter on Dreams'; Robert Louis Stevenson


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