the four ways of unreason

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Ah, open another reality to me!

I want to be like Blake, visited by angels:

I want to have visions for breakfast.

I want to meet fairies in the street!

I want to imagine myself out of this raked-together world,

This jerry-rigged civilization.

I want to live like a banner in the breeze,

Some symbol of something fluttering above something else!

Then bury me wherever you want to.

My true heart will go on keeping watch —

Sphinx-emblazoned sail —

Atop the mast of visions

In Mystery’s four winds.

North — what everybody needs

South — what everybody desires

East — where everything comes from

West — where everything ends

— The four winds of civilization’s mystic air

— The four ways of unreason, and of learning the world.

–Fernando Pessoa

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