I listened to a CD about the history of English poetry. Listened to sections on Shakespeare and John Donne. That night I had a dream that I was in a city, a little like Paris a little like Leeds. I was finding my place in English, French and world literature. The figure of Pantanjali (founder of yoga appeared) as if to say it all goes much further back than you imagine to the shamanic cultures that are the root of all human cultures.