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You have wakened not out of sleep,
but into a prior dream,
and that dream lies within another, and so on,
to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand.
The path that you are to take is endless,
and you will die before you have truly awakened.
–Jorge Luis Borges
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What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to Heaven
and there plucked a rare and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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More
incredible than a celestial flower or the flower of a dream is the
flower of the future, the unlikely flower whose atoms now occupy other
spaces and have not yet been assembled.
—Jorge Luis Borges
The Flower of Coleridge
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