Oh tell me where your freedom lies. 
The streets are fields that never die. 
Deliver me from reasons why    
You’d rather cry. I’d rather fly. 
The Doors, The Crystal Ship 
 
 
Imagination is the real and eternal 
world of which this vegetable       
universe is but a faint shadow. 
William Blake, “Jerusalem The Emanation of the 
Giant Albion”

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