"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
THERE IS SOMETHING OF MACBETHS BRIEF CANDLE SPEECH IN THIS GWILYM.
I was reminded of the man who dreamt he was a butterfly. Lao Tzu, maybe.
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