"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things; Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings."
"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"
"Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things--trees and grass and sun and moon and stars. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in any case, the madeup things seem a good deal more important than the real ones."
“Suddenly, there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.”