“Two gates there are for our evanescent dreams
one is made of ivory, the other made of horn
Those that pass through the ivory cleanly carved
are will-o”-the -wisps, their message bears no fruit
The dreams that pass through the gates of polished horn
are fraught with truth, for the dreamer who can see them.”
Penelope
The Odyssey of Homer, translated by Robert Fagles
The Art of Greg Dunham 