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.
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.
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.”