Prax Valentine

The Omnipotence of the Dream



The illusion of permanence

A strange coincidence

In the throes of delirium


The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise. Kill, plunder more quickly, love to your heart’s content. And if you die, are you not sure of re-awaking amongst the dead? Let yourself be led. Events will not tolerate your interference. You are nameless. The ease of everything is priceless.

Ah! “Give to me the life I love, let the love go by me. Give the jolly heavens above, and the road before me!” Philosophy and dreaming is all well and good, but the warmth of the hearth and a good meal in the belly does just fine for the rest of us. To hell with the world! Give me mine and stay the hell outta my way, I say.

You hear the fire crackling? You feel its warmth? Yes. Let is sink in – this is the good life, eh? Sit back, have a drink. Allow my sister to dance for you . . . stay here with us for a while. We Vistani know how to live the good life. What’s that – your purse is gone? Well, these things happen . . . see how Zatara dances? I can see how you like our life by the glint in your eye. Relax, enjoy it. You deserve this. Soon ten years will have gone by, your eyes will be black like mine and you will be one of us. For now let my sister entertain you and teach you of our ways. Never mind the man behind the curtain . . .

Prax Valentine

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