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Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

Julio Cortazar (2016). “Hopscotch, Blow-Up, We Love Glenda So Much”, p.508, Everyman's Library
Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.