You get a decent do at the Brazen Head
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower.
When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
...rapid motion through space elates one.