Our millions of nights have amassed a stockpile of dreams sufficient to oppose their armies of facts, to attack their facts and put them to flight. Our battle plan is as follows: to drive reality into the "I" and cut of all the loose ends, to shear the sun of its rays, so to speak, having first put it to sleep, as Delilah did Samson. Oh, people in their wildest dreams have never guessed the danger of dreams!