Poem miracle
Why is the dream a song raised against the anathema attached to illusion and the derision that follows from it? The dream, far from being a denial of reality, is a permanent insurrection, for it transcends the implacable pragmatism of the real in order to open the valves of imagination. To imagine is to soar above one’s limits, to glide beyond what confines the individual in a mire, often relying on a thought petrified by the fear of freeing oneself from the incapacities assigned by the world and by one’s place within it. To dream is to dare where the narrative is unfavorable to you, to cast off the judgments—however “expert”—in order to encounter oneself, to build not self‑esteem but rather an intimate conviction amid the tumult of this world and all the violences that accompany it. To dream is to preserve one’s autonomy, which is far from autarky, for from this virtue of self‑assumption also emerges the humility to draw, for one’s personal maturation, on the lessons carried by other ...