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It will give me a dubious look because, even though I have conjured it up, it exists beyond the concepts of my wakeful thinking ; its light is not daylight; it is inhabited by figures which I do not recognize, but know at first sight. Its weight has a different heaviness, its color speaks to the new eyes which my closed lids have given one another; my hearing has wandered into my fingertips and learns to see; my heart, now that it haves behind my forehead, tastes the laws of a new, unceasing, free motion. I follow my wandering senses into this new world of the spirit and come to know freedom. Here, where I am free, I can see what nasty lies the other side told me.