It is a wonderful thing to see realize that you and one of your heroes share a dream:
Carl Jung, in his memoir writes of that one of his dreams was “to have the family in one house, while I would life some distance away, in a hut with a pile of books and a writing table, and an open fire where I would roast chestnuts and cook my soup on a tripod. As a holy hermit I wouldn’t go to church any more, but would have my own private chapel instead.”
My dream for sure. The problem is, I would still be in charge of cleaning the big house and doing the laundry.
I hate reality.