"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. "Hedges against the night."(in conversation btwn Edgar and his Dr.)
Let Ra grant to me a view of the Disk (the Sun), and a sight of Ah (the Moon) unfailingly each day. Let my Ba-soul come forth to walk about hither and thither and whithersoever it pleaseth.
"Thanks to their kindness in refusing me lodging,
I found myself beneath the blossoms
On the night of this misty moon."
And so comes the night in which dreams are the ony thing keeping us alive, seperate from the dead.
-Alexandria Quinn Alkire
The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.
The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn't really our solitude.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature ~ the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.
