Thursday, June 28, 2012

The World Imagined

Mush’hushshu believes he imagines me. He is a dragon, who exists in imaginary time. We imagine each other, and in our communion of shared disbelief, we occupy the secret states of our nature.

We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

For myth-makers, “the world imagined is the ultimate good,” as modernist poet Wallace Stevens says (in his sublime poem “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour”)—and adds, “God and the imagination are one…/How high that highest candle lights the dark.”

Dragons and people meet in this radiance—and cast our shadows far, farther than the light.