Last night, I dreamt I was wandering the streets of wonderment I know the place, I remember it For I've been there, oh so many times where the air is shimmering gold where I am happy again Nothing bad can follow me there. With a blink of an eye I will make the flowers bloom With a twitch at the corner of my lips I will make butterflies dance Spiders will weave rainbows with their glistening thread While I take a flight above rolling hills, over the sun dappled velvety grass. I won't let you play sad songs for there will be no broken hearts I will ignore the whispers of the pain and sorrow, turn my back on despair and discontent If it rains and thunder you will see me riding in on the back of a dragon Come with me if you so desire, but I ask you please don't wake me from this dream, not just yet.

I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide. - Edgar Allan Poe -

Before the beginning there was chaos. All sounds but none heard; all shapes but none seen. Darkness pursuing darkness for an endless age. When the moment was true, out of chaos emerged the sleeping giant Pan Koo. Upon awakening, he was angered by the void and shattered it with a blow. That which yields floated upward while the unyielding sank, forming the Heavens and the Earth. The breath of Pan Koo became the winds and clouds, his voice the rolling thunder, his left eye the sun, his right the moon, the hairs of his head and beard the stars, and the sweat of his brow the rain and dew. The fleas on his body became men and women. Thus the world began. - Chinese Myth -

To read it again, wait until all of the stars disappear. Then it starts from the beginning.