Hourglass Society
Monday, May 23, 2005
I've been reading George's Complete Fairy Tales, so forgive me if I keep posting amazing findings.
In a tale called "The Shadows," he describes an old author who was crowned king of the fairies. Shadows come to carry him away on a litter to Iceland...
"The sea was not frozen; for all the stars shone as clear out of the deeps below as they shone out of the deeps above; and as the bearers slid along the blue-gray surface, with never a furrow in their track, so pure was the water beneath, that the king saw neither surface, bottom, nor substance to it, and seemed to be gliding only through the blue sphere of heaven, with the stars above him, and the stars below him, and between the stars and him nothing but an emptiness, where, for the first time in his life, his soul felt that it had room enough."
That's kind of how I feel when I stand at the very far corner of a dock on a lonely lake.
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