There's nothing to be changed in the past, there's nothing definite in the future. So what we have is right now and right here, all but fleeting shadows, brief encounters and fragile dreams. In a blink of the eyes, this fantasy will fade, this dream will vanish; we're only here for a moment, and only moments count, don't ask too many, don't ask for too many, in the end we just want no regrets...
What if you slept? And what if in your sleep you dreamed? And what if in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if when you awoke, you had that flower in you hand?
Ah, what then?
-- What if you slept by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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