The stuff that dreams are made of is drawn from things that a mind senses.
Is that the end of the story? What is imagination useful for?
Someone hits the jackpot and others try to copy what that person did. Often, this leads to one dead end or another.
What’s wrong with gobbledegook, double Dutch or even babbling in tongues?
Making meaning is not intrinsically formulaic.
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