"And the angel of imagination"

[Posted by reader_iam]

This one is dedicated to a specific person, and I'm just sorry there's no YouTube or GoogleVideo of the original to imbed, because that means I have to use just the words when I would have preferred the (performance of) the song, since--as we all should know--sometimes words, especially in contexts which include those of song lyrics if they are presented merely as such (which, by definition, means out of context), block implicational thinking because they so easily enable literalism of the most pernicious sort, rather than accomplishing what symbolism / metaphor / allegory are supposed to do.

Still, to persevere, here's Van Morrison ("among what I'm listening to right now," for longer-term readers):

Down the mystic avenue I walk again
Remembering the days gone by
And I'm knocking with my heart
And all the girls walk by
In all their summer fashions
And the churchbells chime
On a summer Sunday afternoon
She gives me religion
She gives me religion
And the angel of imagination
Opened up my gate
She said come right in
I saw you knocking with your heart.
And the angel of imagination
She lit your fiery vision bright
Let your flame burn into the night
I saw you knocking with your heart
She gives me religion
She gives me religion
It's all right
And all the girls walk by
In all their summer fashions
And the churchbells chime
On a summer Sunday afternoon
It's all right
She gives me religion
I said she gives me religion
And I'm knocking and I'm knocking with my heart
And I'm knocking, knocking with my heart
And I'm knocking with my heart

Door-openers to heart-knockers are fine things, and I'm thankful for that especially among the people in the world--are they really so few?--who have a more than a bit of intellectual and moral--and et cetera, et cetera et cetera--imagination, and who are way more than what they may seem, or even what they themselves think.

So it goes, and so I muse.