I believe – I am persuaded – that the unreal cannot be created without pushing up against reality.
“Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. Mr. Cruncher, sitting on a stool in a public place but not being a poet, mused as little as possible, and looked about him.”
Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities
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