It has been many Covid months since last I visited the Harn…one of GNV’s truly magical places.
I finally returned to see Dreaming Of Alice, a wonderful exhibit featuring otherworldly illustrations from Lewis Carroll’s classic “Through the Looking Glass.”
And as things often do, one exhibit led to another. Until I found myself strolling through a hallway of light and shadows…and mystery.
A hallway of infinite possibilities.
Which led me to a place where the mind tends to focus on past glories.
And ancient puzzles.
And sobering second thoughts about one’s rightful place in the world.
Alice has left the building now. But wandering through the Harn I came upon yet another looking glass into an enchanted world. And when viewed through a sufficiently colorful and imaginative mind’s eye, it is revealed to be wondrous indeed.
“Life, what is it but a dream?” Through The Looking Glass
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
“What does it matter where my body happens to be? My mind goes on working all the same.”
“I only wish I had such eyes.”
“It’s a great huge game of chess that’s being played—all over the world—if this is the world at all, you know.”
“If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
“She set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill.”
“It seems very pretty but it’s rather hard to understand!”
“So I wasn’t dreaming, after all, unless – unless we’re all part of the same dream.”
