First of all, not everyone believes in magic. Magic is seeing something that’s not there; mystery is not seeing something that is there. Perhaps, then, I should call my subject: Mystery. The mystery of our nighttime pillow.
OK, I realize of all the great and grand objects in your world, your pillow seems fairly insignificant. But I protest. Firm or plump, feather or down, that small, taken-for-granted pillow waiting on your bed right now represents a cunning invitation into an entire web of felicitous possibilities.
If you’re like me — that’s not necessarily a recommendation, you understand! — when I got up this morning I reminded my pillows I’d be seeing them again in about 16 hours. Why such affection? such anticipation? I gratefully grant each dawning day is an invitation all its own. But think about it. It can only invite us to a confined world of routine. Washing…breakfasting… commuting … working … returning…a few hours of after-dinner diversions…then start the whole thing all over again.
This is absolutely not to demean our daily lives, family and friends. I mean this is it, folks, this is what life is…! However, doesn’t everyone dream a little about what life COULD BE…? Daydreams or night dreams, the mind races with extraordinary possibilities. Breakthrough innovations, dramatic cures, soaring artistic creations, crowd cheering athletic feats, plus all the accompanying celebrity.
To the cynic — Walter Mitty rubbish. To the romantic — Awards Ceremony visions. Either way, our pillow is our path. That modest magic carpet upon which our minds can travel and soar to the highest of heights and the dearest of dreams. Not only forward into the future but backward among the accumulated delights of our child-hoods and green-years. The mind, you see, is a spectacular computer storing and projecting a thousand thousand scenarios. Each an energy source that can fuel our lives as they hurtle us onward.
From one pillow aficionado to another, my recommendation is you show yours a little more respect this night. Magic, mystery, or simply mental magnitude, it’s one of your freest and finest gifts.
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