Did I Love a Dream?
Was the encounter with the splendour of the creator God that I believed that I had when I stood transfixed before Cezanne's Large Pine and Red Earth no such thing but only a moment of aesthetic pleasure? Was my profound spiritual experience on seeing Michelangelo's Palestrina Pieta for the first, and perhaps the last, time merely an emotional reaction to a por trayal of human suffering? Was my experience in each case no more than one of emotional arousal the effect of which my galvanic skin response can measure? Did these consummate artists connect me with the divine, or'did I love a dream'.2