I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all.
e. e. cummingsThe first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
e. e. cummingsWhat concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.
e. e. cummings