The Lathe of Heaven

Orr spoke with the incontrovertible conviction of a dream, in which there is no free will: do this, you must do it, it is to be done.

It was no longer pleasant to exchange glances with the moon. It symbolized neither the Unattainable, as it had for thousands of years, nor the Attained, as it had for a few decades, but the Lost.

Who has humanitarian dreams?

Orr tried to speak again, but found no words

Haber was lost. He had lost touch

It is unreality that he cannot bear

He was looking at the world as misunderstood by the mind: the bad dream

He was looking at the world after April 1998

Through his sleep the great, green sea turtles dived, swimming with heavy, inexhaustible grace through the depths, in their element

They danced the dance among all the other waves in the sea of being