Weblog of the Sydney Traditionalist Forum
“For everything sacred has the substance of dreams and memories, and so we experience the miracle of what is separated from us by time or distance suddenly being made tangible. Dreams, memories, the sacred – they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles, yet he contains the source of miracles.”
▪ Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow (Vintage, 1990; originally Shinchosha 1968) extract from page 46.