“A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow…”

Djuna Barnes, Nightwood (1936), Chapter Six, “When A Tree Falls”

Mendlessohn, A Midsummer’s Night Dream Overture—Russian Philharmonic-Moscow City Symphony

Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes...

Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act III, Scene I

Poem: John Donne, “The Sun Rising” Read Aloud By Richard Burton

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Edgar Allen Poe

The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue,
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery,
A thousand ages gone.
All the golden clappers hang
As if but now the changes rang;
Only from the mottled throat
Never any echoes float.

Mary Webb, The Foxglove Bells