the sandman: the doll's house

this time from the doll's house...

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KAI'CKUL: Never has one loved me enough to seek me out...

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... Nada was deathly afraid, for though she loved him, she knew this was not meant to be, and she could not countenance his destruction, and hers. For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

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There is only one thing to see in the twilight realm of Desire. It is called The Threshold. The fortress of Desire. Desire has always live on the edge. The Threshold is larger than you can easily imagine. It is a statue of Desire, Him - Her- or It-self. The Thershold is a portrait of Desire complete in all details, built out of blood and flesh, and bone, and skin. And, like every true citadel since time began, the Threshold is inhabited. There is only one occupant, at this time. Desire of the Endless. The Threshold is far too large for just one person. It contains two eardrums larger than a dozen marble ballrooms. And empty, echoing veins, like tunnels. You will walk them until you grow old and die without once retracing your steps. Given Desire's temperament, however, there was only one place in the cathedral of its body to make its home. Desire lives in the heart.

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Is there something you crave? Something sexual? Something precious? Someone special? Anything? Then you have felt it. It's here -- in the longing, in the lust: the breath of Desire, the caress of the Threshold.

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ROSE: Say, whoever you are. Do you know what Freud said about dreams of flying? It means you're really dreaming about having sex.

MORPHEUS: Indeed? Tell me, then, what does it mean when you dream about having sex?

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ROSE: If it was true, my dream, then... then... Then nothing makes any sense. If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie.
It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about.

It means more than that.

It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.

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ROSE: Six months is long enough to feel sorry for yourself. Isn't it?