You know what.. your dreamscapes, visions, inspirations. They aren’t higher realities forever transcending your possible reach, they are actually your mirrors. Reflecting you and your possibilities if you so choose to accept them.
“What she was like. Snow, cream, marble, cherries, alabaster, golden wire? None of these.
She was like a fox, or an olive tree; like the waves of the sea when you look down upon them from a height; like an emerald; like the sun on a green hill which is yet clouded—”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,”
