TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 17

The mists continue and are so low you cannot see the ground. What does it hide? There are many things to hide in London, I'm sure, but as we near to Christmas tales of terrible deeds and sordid situations may cross one's mind. We all have something to hide, even if it's just our subconscious.

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“A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.” P.G. Wodehouse

History

Perhaps I saw you in a dream,

A memory encased in slumber,

Lines made by the mind,

Not taken as an image from the light.

No, it was not a dream!

For I remember you distinct,

There with your smile and murmurings,

As if you loved me.

Can I tell you a secret?

Deep hidden from view,

And chastely kept in rule,

And thought as straight as a line.

I love you.

“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying — to others and to yourself.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky