Is human life just a dream, from which we never really awake, as some great thinkers claim? Are we submerged by our feelings, by our loves and hates, by our ideas of good, bad, beautiful, awful? Are we incapable of knowing beyond those ideas and feelings?

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep…William Shakespeare.

A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea...Joseph Conrad.