As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.
At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink.
Life is short. But desire, desire is long.
At some point, I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it; that you need to agree to the entire experience, to the full spectrum of what happens.
In the dream life, you don't deliberately set out to dream about a house night after night; the dream itself insists you look at whatever is trying to come into visibility.