I dream I am at the of Ancient Alexandria Library.
Scrolls are gathered on shelves all around. Many are spread on long wooden benches, circled by people wearing white togas. They are talking, debating, and Aristotle is one of them.
It sounds a bit like Greek.
I stroll to the gardens. Peacocks walking slowly between orange trees.
Euclid is drawing triangles on the ground.
As I get closer, my shadow falls on one of the lines. He gazes at me.
I quickly push the buttons of my cell phone and show him his diagrams as shades at a Zen garden in Kyoto at 2011.