...by the time I caught up with them they had changed into ordinary and very surly little girls.
I read somewhere that the magic of this world goes on in the corner of one's eye, that we need to learn to see what've over there almost out of sight.
(And I once knew a woman--who was often high, I must add--who swore she saw little people along roadways at night.)
(And I also talked with a friend who said she was driving home one night and saw angels flanking both sides of her driveway.)
In the shadow world of peripheral vision, all people are beautiful and full of magic. I guess to see the way people truly are, we have to look straight on and see the flat reality, but also be aware of the wonder around their edges.
(And stapling down paths is about making reality hold still, maybe, which precludes shimmery visions of unicorns.)
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Date: 2004-12-22 11:59 am (UTC)I read somewhere that the magic of this world goes on in the corner of one's eye, that we need to learn to see what've over there almost out of sight.
(And I once knew a woman--who was often high, I must add--who swore she saw little people along roadways at night.)
(And I also talked with a friend who said she was driving home one night and saw angels flanking both sides of her driveway.)
In the shadow world of peripheral vision, all people are beautiful and full of magic. I guess to see the way people truly are, we have to look straight on and see the flat reality, but also be aware of the wonder around their edges.
(And stapling down paths is about making reality hold still, maybe, which precludes shimmery visions of unicorns.)