"Many people have already speculated about the relationship between play and the sacred. The light of reverie, let us note, is a dim light. The near darkness of old churches and old movies is that of dreams. Our memories are divine images because memory is not subject o the ordinary laws of time and space. Making deities is what we do in our reverie. Images surrounded by shadow and silence. "-Charles Simic ("These Are Poets Who Service Church Clocks" from Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell)
That is Charles Simic on a bike with his father. I remember I heard him read in a giant tent on the Mall for National Book Week. It was wonderful.
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That makes me think of the line, "Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories..." which is apparently from An Affair to Remember, but I only know it from Sleepless in Seattle.
I love that idea of "making deities" in our reverie. Man, so true. And sort of comforting to know that it's such a human thing to do.
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