Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us.Virginia Woolf
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When the soul is wounded, it reaches out for illusions to help pick itself up. In a way, these illusions are like the air that surrounds the earth. If the soul were not able to find a way to move past its wounds, it would die. But by going through the motions of going on, the soul gains strength and uses that strength to make a better life for itself in a physical world.
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