When we wake up, it is the animal, the plant in us that thinks. Naked primitive thought. We see a dreadful universe, because we see aright. Soon afterwards we are loaded with tricks of the intellect. It brings us the playthings that man invents to hide the emptiness. It is then that we think we see aright. We attribute our uneasiness to miasmas of the mind passing from dream to reality.
Jean Cocteau, “The Miscreant”