"My pleasure still is to follow the stream, to walk along its banks in the right direction, in the direction of the flowing water, the water that leads life towards the next village...Dreaming beside the river, I gave my imagination to the water, the green, clear water, the water that makes the meadows green. ...The stream doesn’t have to be ours; the water doesn’t have to be ours. The anonymous water knows all my secrets. And the same memory issues from every spring. [...] Water becomes heavier, darker, deeper; it becomes matter. And it is then that materializing reverie, uniting dreams of water with less mobile, more sensual matter, finds the full weight of its repose."
- Gaston Bachelard (1884 - 1962)
Water and Dreams: An Essay on the Imagination of Matter
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