Fustian is a variety of heavy cloth woven from cotton, chiefly prepared for menswear. It is also used figuratively to refer to pompous, inflated or pretentious writing or speech, from at least the time of Shakespeare. This literary use is because the cloth type was often used as padding, hence, the purposeless words are fustian.
Known in Late Latin as fustaneum or fustanum and in Medieval Latin as pannus fustāneus (‘fustian cloth’) or tela fustānea (‘fustian mesh’), the cloth is possibly named after the Egyptian city of Fustat near Cairo that manufactured such a material.
It embraces plain twilled cloth known as jean, and cut fabrics similar to velvet, known as velveteen, moleskin, corduroy etc. The original medieval fustian was a stout but respectable cloth with a cotton weft and a linen warp The term seems to have quickly become less precise, and was applied to a coarse cloth made of wool and linen, and in the reign of Edward III of England, the name was given to a woolen fabric. By the early 20th century, fustians were usually of cotton dyed various colors.
In my dreams the world dissolves
And I'm absorbed into the fragments
Leading an army of ghosts
I conquer the strongholds of the sky
In my dreams I speak with a thousand voices
Of dimensions that don't exist
I show to the world what it is
And exceed the limits laid down
I am the source, pure and clear
From which magic pours
I transcend time and space
And embrace every corner of the world
The final spiritual objective:
Ultimate independence of the matter
How could human conceit ever reach this point?
Trapped in a cave with beautiful greyscale paintings on the wall
Wasting dreams on the outlined land, when this could be our haven
In my dreams I dream that I'm awake
And that my world of dreams dissolves
I show to the world what I am
And the limits become obsolete
Storms die at my feet
And light waves give in
Laws of nature are forced to collapse