If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Yet would we be so hasty to discard our dreams, if we paused to reflect upon the rich vein of imagination they contained?
A few days ago, I woke from a dream of a sumptuous palace. I did not live there; I was a guest. Nevertheless, the magnificence of the building has stayed with me: its wide and high apartments, supported by broad, tall, and splendidly ornamented columns; its grand entry staircase, descending around adjacent sides of a large atrium; and its vastness, natural and yet not intimidating, like the interior landscape of a countryside where I had lived in childhood.
If I searched for this building every day for the rest of my life, I would never find it. For all that, I would see traces and hear echoes of it everywhere. This is an oneiric palace, the place my dreams have built from all the bits and pieces gathered by my memory: the storehouse of collage.
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