A pretext-not a cause-is sufficient for us to enter the "solitary situation", the situation of the dreaming solitude. In this solitude, memories arrange themselves in tableaux. Decor takes precedence over drama. Sad memories take on at least the peace of melancholy.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?

Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

Here we are at the very core of the thesis we wish to defend in the present essay: reverie is under the sign of the anima. When the reverie is truly profound, the being who comes to dream within us is our anima. For a philosopher who takes his inspiration from phenomenology, a reverie on reverie is very exactly a phenomenology of the anima, and it is by coordinating reveries on reverie that he hopes to constitute a "Poetics of reverie". In other words, the poetics of reverie is a poetics of the anima.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.