The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely. […] Swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one star falls upon the dreamer.
~ C.G. Jung
τε καὶ ὥρμησε φύεσθαι ἀπὸ τῆς ῥίζης
ὁ τοῦ πτεροῦ καυλὸς ὑπὸ πᾶν τὸ τῆς ψυχῆς εἶδος:
πᾶσα γὰρ ἦν τὸ πάλαι πτερωτή
One can imagine stories without rational cohesion and yet filled with associations, like dreams; and poems that are merely lovely sounding, full of beautiful words, but also without rational sense and connections—with, at the most, individual verses which are intelligible, like fragments of the most varied things.
~ Novalis (MacDonald’s translation)