When I was doing some research about desert environments, I stumbled upon a text by Philip Shaw called "The Sublime." In this book , he follows the idea of the sublime through history, from Longinus to Burke and Kant, among others. He quoted an excerpt (lines 525-42) from Wordworth's "The Prelude" that really stuck with me as I continued reading about the sublime. The excerpt is as follows:
"Imagination! Lifting up itself
Before the eye and progress of my Song
Like and unfathered vapour; here that Power,
In all the might of its endowments, came
Athwart me; I was lost as in a cloud,
Halted, without a struggle to break through.
And now recovering, to my Soul I say
'I recognise thy glory.' In such strength
Of usurpation, in such visitings
Of awful promise, when the light of sense
Goes out in flashes that have shewn to us
The invisible world, doth Greatness make abode,
There harbours whether we be young or old.
Our destiny, our nature, and our home,
Is with infinitude, and only there;
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort, and expectation, and desire,
And something everymore about to be."
The power of the mind to change a person's reality is something I don't think about often enough. This is my reminder. I wrote the quote over and over again on two pieces of fabric ripped from the sheet I slept on. One is hung on an old fence in the Preserve, and one is hung on my back porch in Boston. I'll let the elements mess with them for the next few months, and then I'll reunite the pieces and see how they look.