Dreaming is one wing of a butterfly and waking is the other. Each wing tells half the story of life to the other, mirroring each other ceaselessly to keep aloft. It is at the heart, where the two wings meet, that the substance of us is ripened.

Riding a Flying Carpet, an 1880 painting by Viktor Vasnetsov

Riding a Flying Carpet, an 1880 painting by Viktor Vasnetsov

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