[Book.]

Perhaps all these occurrences nowabout is telling me something I’ve suspected at strange moments, notions of which I’ve usually flicked aside. Something is happening in the Dreaming. Time is distorting and giving birth to monsters, the unseen structure of existence revealing itself stranger than anyone ever supposed. In the interpretation of reality, reality is being created. And the imaginary is breaching the borders of this world (though this has been going on for as long as man has invented anything). What shall we make of these strange fires, which burn and do not consume that which it burns? What can we do about the Other place, where all laws break down, where governed purely by faith, magic never obsolesced?