September 02, 2004 - Dreams

"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's dreaming about?"

Alice said "Nobody can guess that."

"Why, about you!" Tweeldedee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?"

Where I am now, of course," said Alice.

"not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"

"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum, "you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

   - from "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll. 

Existence as a candle, a bright flame that burns to the end of the wick, then goes out, or it goes out before the end of the wick is reached for some strange and unknown reason, such as the Red King waking.

Some days, reasons don't make sense.

On days like that, we turn to faith.

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