Unlike the sun, the earliest philosophical questions entertained by primitive man revolved around the moon, and whether or not sweet dreams are made of cheese. Who am I to disagree? At the same time, who am I to agree with the results of double-blind tests administered by those who refuse to wake up and smell the dairy products?
Like so many questions, it begs an answer. More to the point, it begs to differ, which is where things get hairy. Because fastidious begging is prohibited under section IV of the municipal code, beggars can't be choosers, nor are they afforded equal protection where pardon-begging is taxed or otherwise regulated by law. What effect this might have had on primitive woman is beyond the scope of present-day astronomy, so you can imagine the difficulty of determining dream composition using the crude optics of the day, especially during an eclipse.
Put another way, the difference is night and day, or day and night if you happen to live below the equator or are otherwise standing on your head. If you're standing on your neighbor's head, it may be time to consider using a periscope instead.
What I understand you to be saying here is that daydreams are nightmares below the equator or while standing on one's head. If so, that explains my affinity for the dream journals of yogis down South America way.
ReplyDeleteAfter a brief consultation with Yogi (who so often bears witness in and about the landscape of my jellylike dreams) I can say without reservation that, yes, I may have tried to say that.
ReplyDeleteIt belatedly occurs to me that you've made a very good number of interesting jelly-oriented references over the years. I need to investigate after I finish this doughnut.
ReplyDeleteYes, not to mention doughnut-oriented references, and at least one oriented toward gelatin. If I referred to the Orient, I don't remember it. That's what Google is for.
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