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Big Dreamer
Big Dreamer
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If you died and were given an opportunity to return to Earth and rescue those you love from a pernicious prison, would you sacrifice paradise?
Big Dreamer, a Fast fable, affirms that no one dreams alone. Set in a time when animals, birds, and humans share family ties, Big Dreamer tracks the progress of the feline protagonist as he learns to rely on the power of love.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson: “This voice of fable has in it somewhat divine. It came from thought above the will of the writer.”
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Friedrich Nietzsche: “To the persevering mortal, the blessed Immortals are swift.”
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From Big Dreamer, Chapter 0
“Mercy and compassion. Our connection with the turtle universe is never completely severed. We can—when we so choose—rein our mental pace and pour ourselves into Slow cognition’s shallow pan.
“And so I brake, as for giving birth, or being born. A library multitude voluntarily de-accelerates with me. How much of their treasured cargo can be downloaded into the tinsel thin bin of worldly words? One is never sure.
“During each year containing an extra day, on the morn of the longest light, the ready Slow are shepherded into our protected valley. Their attendance is an end and a beginning—like the first school morning of the first school day. Arriving in the center of their circles, I smile, wave my greetings, and begin.”
Big Dreamer, a Fast fable, affirms that no one dreams alone. Set in a time when animals, birds, and humans share family ties, Big Dreamer tracks the progress of the feline protagonist as he learns to rely on the power of love.
~
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “This voice of fable has in it somewhat divine. It came from thought above the will of the writer.”
~
Friedrich Nietzsche: “To the persevering mortal, the blessed Immortals are swift.”
~
From Big Dreamer, Chapter 0
“Mercy and compassion. Our connection with the turtle universe is never completely severed. We can—when we so choose—rein our mental pace and pour ourselves into Slow cognition’s shallow pan.
“And so I brake, as for giving birth, or being born. A library multitude voluntarily de-accelerates with me. How much of their treasured cargo can be downloaded into the tinsel thin bin of worldly words? One is never sure.
“During each year containing an extra day, on the morn of the longest light, the ready Slow are shepherded into our protected valley. Their attendance is an end and a beginning—like the first school morning of the first school day. Arriving in the center of their circles, I smile, wave my greetings, and begin.”
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