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In a dream I find myself on an actors' stage in a studio. A cast is there; a distraction prepared; and a remotely controlled skeleton then appears.
He asks me: "Will you be my friend?"; and extends towards me a bony hand. We shake and I say; That would be comedy. We could do a routine; He begins to sing:
Do you believe; in only truth you can see; in only truth you can hear; in only truth you can know?
Do you believe; in only truth you can touch; truth of a limited kind; truth of an alien mind?
Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe; in just what scientists can find?
Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe; in just what theories predict? Are you a pessi-mystic?
The next day or a few there after on a sound stage in a studio. Musicians are there. A conductor prepares; and a beautiful woman then appears.
She tells me how happy that she is to be recording a song I wrote. An orchestra plays! She swoons and sways! Myth takes hold of her! She begins to sing:
Do you believe; in myth that you can not see; in myth that you can not hear; in myth that you can not know?
Do you believe; in myth that you can not touch; myth of a limitless kind; myth of an infinite mind?
Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe; in more than scientists can find;
Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe; in more than theories predicts? Are you an opti-mystic?
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