Imagine the true that has absorbed all the energy of the false: there you have simulation.
Imagine the true that has absorbed all the energy of the false: there you have simulation.
“With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.”
Frederic Manning | “Korè”