Dreams$$$ memories$$$ the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch$$$ the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable$$$ the quality of the miraculous.

Dreams$$$ memories$$$ the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch$$$ the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable$$$ the quality of the miraculous. Everything$$$ really$$$ has this quality of sacredness$$$ but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.