Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ophythatotbedescribedinafewwordsanddependsonone’suandingandenlighteoprehend.SufficeittosaythatIthinkyourmajestywilluandwhatImean.TheimageofthegoldpacethatIsanktothebottomofthekehasbeendeeplyimprintedinyourbrainandmemory,andyoureproduceitatwillsothatthebrilliant,glitteringpaceisagainbeforeoureyes.Ifyoudothis,why’tIgethemyriadsofstarsintheskiesintosparklingdiamondsandrainthemdownonthemundaneworldlikerainfalndhale?Itshouldraoyou.AsIjustsaid,thereisreallynomarkedboundarybetweentrueexistendphantomimpressions.Inotherwords,thisboundaryisbetweeentandeweenmaybeexistentandmaynot.Orperhapsitdoesatall.Ofcourseallthisisalluptoone’sownprehensionanduanding.Sayingso,Dimitriwavedattheskiesandthequail-sizeddi