the mound of the world is a crippling vanish point from which the dream of something other than love comes. You visit a bar, you think “something other than love today”. But oh, well if love is a dream too, then thoughts about future arise from a kindred fellowship with supernaturalism.
its just, the dream of self tends to honor what might comfort more than an appearance in a thought. If you venture on this dream of something other than love, you still cripple the essence of the being…which is an idea.