About once a week when I'm dreaming, I'm aware I'm lucid dreaming, and when I do, I then start gazing my hands and walk around in the dream looking at art on the walls, books, paintings, people, artworks, creatures... and odd things ... like the Aleph ... depicted by the great Jorge Luis Borges"Each thing was infinite things, because I could clearly see it from every point in the cosmos.
I saw the populous sea, saw dawn and dusk, saw the multitudes of the Americas, saw a silvery spider web at the center of a black pyramid, saw a broken labyrinth, saw endless eyes, all very close, studying themselves in me as though in a mirror, saw all the mirrors on the planet (and none of them reflecting me) [...] saw the circulation of my dark blood, saw the coils and springs of love and the alterations of death, saw the Aleph from everywhere at once, saw the earth in the Aleph, and the Aleph once more in the earth and the earth in the Aleph, saw my face and my viscera, saw your face, and I felt dizzy, and I wept, because my eyes had seen that secret, hypothetical object whose name has been usurped by men but which no man has ever truly looked upon: the inconceivable universe."
He who seeks, finds.
