Gori wonders if the Dreamworld is really distinct from the awake world…

The Dreamworld is vast… what a shame it must be to neglect it…

It is like a man with soft wooden sandals. He walks in a garden lightened by the starry sky. The grass is soft under his sandals… At each step he feels the nightly air caress his skin… He wears a light cloth because it’s a garden of eternal summer.

Some birds are singing in the middle of the night…

A man who knows this… how lucky he must be.