Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking. Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so it's consciousness a disorder of life. Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness. Awake from dream, the truth is known: awake from waking. The truth is: The Unknown
Aleister Crowley (1913). “Liber CCCXXXIII [i.e. Trecentesimus Tricesimus Tertius]: The Book of Lies, which is Also Falsely Called, Breaks : the Wanderings Or Falsifications of the One Thought of Frater Perdurabo, which Thought is Itself Untrue”
