Dream Paradox

It is better to have a dream than not, even if it is a bad dream, the night after nights miseries and sore trials. You must, therefore, have a dream. You must have a dream of such: the dream that of a young eagle fledges out with wholly spread wings to soar in the air to the end of the blue sky. You must have a dream of such: the dream that of a small seed carried by the wind takes a root on the crust of earth becomes a huge tree by the riverside at end, though it has to go through so many winters’ cold blast and repeated burning heat of the summers’ sun. You must have a dream of such: the dream that of an early morning dew formed in a crack of a rock becomes a murmuring stream upon coming together, then flows into a boundless sea following the current of a river, the rapids, abysses, fall and eddy. You must have a dream of such: the dream of that of a piece of white cloud, apparently at times and unapparent on occasion, floats lightly over the yonder hill, and one day, vanishes away in the corner of sky carrying the memories, the memories that doesn’t matter if some one remembers or not. It is better to have a dream than not, even if it is a hideous dream, the torture after tortures pain and anguish. You must, therefore, have a dream.