Recently one of my teachers came to mind, a travelling poet who came to my class when I was 9, to teach us youngsters about a vital tool for creating magic in our lives, metaphor.
beloved metaphor! Without you life would be so three dimensional!
My Alice, in her reading and writing over the years has struggled with a certain longing. “It isn’t enough to know dragons are there behind the mist; I want to see them!” Having wrestled for most of my life with this very same yen, and only recently come to peace with it, I can commiserate, but my only words can be, “Dreaming is as real as waking life.” For the most part these words have fallen flat to her young and very literal sensibilities.
Then remembering John Cann, the poetry man, and the art I produced in his classroom, I had a thought:
Simile is posing as something else, whereas metaphor really is the thing. It only requires one’s own personal alchemy to enact the transformation.
I explained this to Alice, and she finally got it. I could see understanding and acceptance in her eyes. “I just have to figure out how to do the Alchemy.”

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