Civilization consists in giving something a name that doesn’t belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does change into something else, because we make it change. We manufacture realities.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (Penguin Books, 2001), pp. 65–66.

A few pages later: “The consciousness of life’s unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.” The page next: “When asleep we all become children again.”
“We sleep our lives, eternal children of Destiny.”