| "There are few of us who
could not affirm, from our own experience, that
there emerges from time to time in the creations
and fabrics of the genius of dreams a depth and
intimacy of emotion, a tenderness of feeling, a
clarity of vision, a subtlety of observation, and
brilliance of wit such as we should never claim
to have at our permanent command in our waking
lives. There lies in dreams a marvelous poetry,
an apt allegory, an incomparable humor, a rare
irony. A dream looks upon the world in a light of
strange idealism and often enhances the effects
of what it sees by its deep understanding or
their essential nature. It pictures earthly
beauty to our eyes in a truly heavenly splendor
and clothes dignity with the highest majesty, it
shows us our everyday fears in the ghastliest
shape and turns our amusement into jokes of
indescribable pungency. And sometimes, when we
are awake and still under the full impact of an
experience like one of these, we cannot but feel
that never in our life has the real world offered
us its equal." |
| -- F.W.
Hildebrandt |
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