I wondered what it would be like to die. Was it like going to sleep or like waking up? Was there no more time? Or did time go on forever?.

Perfection. Excellence. What a passionate lover. But once having tasted the lips of excellence, once having given oneself to its perfection, how drea….

Active imagination requires a state of reverie, half-way between sleep and waking..

Waking consciousness is dreaming – but dreaming constrained by external reality.