Magical Thinking (Kind of)

I'm starting this one with no idea where to go. I've been thinking lately about dreams. Not dreams that come during sleep, but those dreams we dream when we are wide awake or in a contemplative mood and staring off into nowhere, the kind of dream that comes with thought and introspection and is wiling to wander into the ideal and impossible and ludicrous. Dreams of walking in flip-flops and peaceful revolutions based on reallocation of wealth and equally distributed empowerment with access to quality education and resources for mental, emotional and physical health. Dreams in which cooperative businesses are started and lobbyists are influencing lawmakers in the interests of the underserved and unseen majority. Dreams and ideals fueled by art, by words and music informing and inspiring - colors and forms entering into the human being as healing archetypes- silently bringing transformation to those least expecting it and perhaps most resistant. Today is one of those days when these dreams are all I have, all that keep me thinking through the day, keep me from reacting in purely violent and aggressive acts against the perceived stupidity and selfishness of the mass of humanity - me included. And yet, there's more to this than these dreams of social righteousness. There is something magical, transcendental, spiritual in its etymological sense as of the wind or breath or the breath of god, something moving through unseen, ever-changing, sourceless yet part of a reciprocity, a process, a dynamic interaction of forces. This is the dream really keeping me afloat and simultaneously driving me mad, that there is truly something not perceivable by our limited and commonly recognized senses allowing this madness to all make sense, to have a trajectory, an arc, a climax, a denouement. Out of a fissure in the highway of the future sprouts a cotyledon of devastating and luminous potential, in a delicate exchange with the atmosphere, in the sublime transformation of light into matter, its roots unhindered in their search for meaning and nutrition, its leaves enveloping and shading, its flower, ultimately, radiant with fragrant emanations, its seed a promise of dreams of social and moral justice and magical events and mysterious interventions.