Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams

That of all people, it should be him; that took her aback. That the heart should settle on somebody like him; that surprised her. But she was so certain about it, so certain.

Myth is a cloud based upon a shadow based upon the movement of the breeze.

Will he come to me, Dream Angus, Come quietly through the evening light, Come when I do not expect him, and I am sleepy, Come when I am drowsy, when I am ready for rest; Will he come to me, Dream Angus? ... Will I see the birds about his head, The birds that are his kisses? Will I believe that each of us, Even he who thinks himself unloved, May be transformed, made different By one who finds him marvellous? Will I think that? ... Will he bring me some sort of quietus, Some form of understanding; will he break my heart; Will he show me my love; will he give Me heart's contentment, the end of sorrow, Will he do that for me; will he do that? ...

It is the search for beauty...That is what it is. We find ourselves on this earth--gods and men--and we know that it is beautiful. That is one of the few things we understand--beauty; because it is there, in the world, and we can see it all about us. We want beauty. It requires our love. It just does.

...it must be odd to have no ambition, not to want something more.

sorrow at the realisation that food was finite.

One woman said, 'I dreamed last night I was in a land where women were not the property of men. The men stayed at home and did all the hard work which women do; the cooking, the cleaning, the watching of children - men did all that. Women ruled the land in my dream, and they did not spend their time raiding other people's cattle or destroying their houses. They ruled gently, like women.' The other women looked at each other in astonishment. They had all had strange dreams, but none had dreamed of so wondrous a thing as that.