Return to Fairyland, continued:
Jun. 21st, 2006 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferineThe Starlight Express throws open its doors...
(from p.289-290)
"If I think beauty, that beauty may materialize!"
"And when I think of a Scaffolding of Dusk that builds the Night," Rogers went on in a lower tone to himself, yet not so low that Minks, listening in amazement, did not catch every syllable, "or of a Dustman, Sweep, and Lamplighter, of a Starlight Express, or a vast Star Net that binds the world in sympathy together, and when I weave all these into a story, whose center somehow is the Pleiades -- all this is real and actual, and -- and--"
"May have been projected by another mind before it floated into your own," Minks suddenly interposed almost in a whisper, charmed wholly into the poet's region by these suggestive phrases.
"I think it probable that the thoughts of people you have never seen or heard of drop into your mind and color it. They lodge there, or are rejected, according to your mood and the texture of your longings -- what you want to be, that is. What you want, if I may say so, is emptiness, and emptiness invites. The flying thought flits in and makes itself at home. Some people overflow with thoughts of kindness and beauty that radiate from them, of love and tenderness and desire to help. These thoughts, it may be, find no immediate object; but they are not lost. They pour loose about the world of men and women, and sooner or later find the empty heart that needs them. I believe, sir, that to sit in a chair and think such things strongly brings comfort to thousands who have little idea whence comes the sudden peace and happiness. And anyone who happens to be praying for these things at the moment attracts them instantly. The comfort, the joy, the relief come --"
"How helpful if we all believed it," said Rogers gently, "No one's life need be a failure then. Those who want love, for instance, need it, crave it, just think what an army they are!"
Wow. Simply... wow.
(from p.289-290)
"If I think beauty, that beauty may materialize!"
"And when I think of a Scaffolding of Dusk that builds the Night," Rogers went on in a lower tone to himself, yet not so low that Minks, listening in amazement, did not catch every syllable, "or of a Dustman, Sweep, and Lamplighter, of a Starlight Express, or a vast Star Net that binds the world in sympathy together, and when I weave all these into a story, whose center somehow is the Pleiades -- all this is real and actual, and -- and--"
"May have been projected by another mind before it floated into your own," Minks suddenly interposed almost in a whisper, charmed wholly into the poet's region by these suggestive phrases.
"I think it probable that the thoughts of people you have never seen or heard of drop into your mind and color it. They lodge there, or are rejected, according to your mood and the texture of your longings -- what you want to be, that is. What you want, if I may say so, is emptiness, and emptiness invites. The flying thought flits in and makes itself at home. Some people overflow with thoughts of kindness and beauty that radiate from them, of love and tenderness and desire to help. These thoughts, it may be, find no immediate object; but they are not lost. They pour loose about the world of men and women, and sooner or later find the empty heart that needs them. I believe, sir, that to sit in a chair and think such things strongly brings comfort to thousands who have little idea whence comes the sudden peace and happiness. And anyone who happens to be praying for these things at the moment attracts them instantly. The comfort, the joy, the relief come --"
"How helpful if we all believed it," said Rogers gently, "No one's life need be a failure then. Those who want love, for instance, need it, crave it, just think what an army they are!"
Wow. Simply... wow.
