Avalon. What a shame we’ve lost it.
What a shame the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known was treated foully in a prearranged marriage. That at least one man who would have treated her like a queen is himself so badly damaged that he could never offer her anything of substance. That he’s insane, but not so much so that he doesn’t recognize the situation for what it is: a longing gaze at a mirage. But still…
The place between the dim grey cold of this world, and the warm bliss of eternal springtime of heaven. Someplace where miracles are not so miraculous, but where reality openly defies reason. Where your heart is your best guide and not a liability. Where I can be what I imagine myself to be, and not what I know I am.
Oh, to matter! Wouldn’t that be bliss!