He becomes a part of someone else's dream. He cannot choose to waken from a dream he did not make.
Helpless he stands, a victim to a dream conceived and cherished by a separate mind.
Careless indeed of him this mind must be, as thoughtless of his peace and happiness as is the weather or the time of day.
It loves him not, but casts him as it will in any role that satisfies its dream.
So little is his worth that he is but a dancing shadow, leaping up and down according to a senseless plot conceived within the idle dreaming of the world.
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