The Dream
Henry Miller writes, taken from Reunion in Brooklyn:
I had the deep and quiet conviction that everything had been ordained, that there was justice in the world, and that the image which I had caught and vainly tried to hold was the expression of the splendor and the holiness of life as it would always reveal itself to be in moments of utter stillness. I realized as I pushed escatically forward that the joy and bliss which we experience in the profound depths of the dream—a joy and bliss which surpasses anything known in waking life—comes indubitably from the miraculous accord between desire and reality. When we come to the surface again this fusion, this harmony, which is the whole goal of life, either falls apart or else is only fitfully and feebly realized. In our waking state we toss about in a troubled sleep, the sleep which is terrifying and death-dealing because our eyes are open, permitting us to see the trap which we are walking and which we are nevertheless unable to avoid.
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