The Museum of Eterna's Novel

WE ARE A LIMITLESS DREAM AND ONLY A DREAM. WE CANNOT, THEREFORE, HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT NOT-DREAMING MAY BE

Every existence, every time, is a sensation, and each one of us is only this, always and forever. Where does a feeling or a sensibility get any notion of what might be a non-feeling, like time without passing? Only things that happen in our states of consciousness and senses exist. Only our eternity, an infinite dream identical to the present, is certain.

But you will say that there are dreams that end, or rebel dreams that we cannot recover: there are dreams that conceal themselves, concealments, perhaps, of those who once existed but who we will never see or know again.

These concealments only exist for a hesitant Dreamer: there are dreams that clamor to return to the plenitude of the overflowing soul, itself a shadowless certainty as soon as we dream it.

In our hesitant dreaming, who knows how many times we have bid farewell to a fantasy of those who may return to us, how often have we disbelieved, denying the full and eternal vision that someone Returning from Concealment can bring!¹

1 Cf: “Majesty” in Miscellanea. (Editor’s Note — Adolfo de Obieta)