The nightmare begins over there, right there.
Further, up, down, everything's part of the
nightmare. Don't stick your hand in that urn. Don't
stick your hand in that hellish vase. That's
where the nightmare begins and everything you do there
will grow like a hump on your back.
Stay away, don't hang around that equivocal point.
Even if you see the flowering lips of your true
love, even if you see some flowering eyelids
you wanted to forget or get back. Stay away.
Don't run circles around that mistake. Don't
lift a finger. Trust me. The only thing that grows there
is the nightmare.