In dreams, when the penumbra between seen and unseen fills the inner senses, emotions can speak to the sleeper directly, with their own language, one that eliminates the need for particular sounds and alphabets. This is how animals live, in this language of emotions and sensations. That it is a language, a rich and full mode of vast conveyance, we have forgotten, and experience ourselves only when much of the machinery of culture--culture as an accretion of thousands of years of human rebellion against nature--succumbs to the desuetude of night.
Vaasya Spiderstrum, Keysinger of the Amaranth
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