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Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.

But : We're Still Human. Human Because We Keep On Battling Against All These Horrors, The Horrors Caused And Not Caused By Us. We Battle Not In Order To Stay Alive, That Would Be Too Materalistic, For We Are Body And Spirit, But In Order To Love Each Other.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

I'm No Longer A Child And I Still Want To Be, To Live With The Pirates. Because I Want To Live Forever In Wonder. The Difference Between Me As A Child And Me As An Adult Is This And Only This: When I Was A Child, I Longed To Travel Into, To Live In Wonder. Now, I Know, As Much As I Can Know Anything, That To Travel Into Wonder Is To Be Wonder. So It Matters Little Whether I Travel By Plane, By Rowboat, Or By Book. Or, By Dream. I Do Not See, For There Is No I To See. That Is What The Pirates Know. There Is Only Seeing And, In Order To Go To See, One Must Be A Pirate.