Item 94106
Hiny photo category
Towers of Light
Hiny photo comment
DREAMERS
Dreamers are the architects of greatness. Their brains have wrought all human miracles. In lace of stone their spires stab the Old World's skies and with their golden crosses kiss the sun. The belted wheel, the trail of steel, the churning screw, are shuttles in the loom on which they weave their magic tapestries. A flash out in the night leaps leagues of snarling seas and cries to shore for help, which, but for one man's dream, would never come. Their tunnels plow the river bed and chain islands to the Motherland. Their wings of canvas beat the air and add the highways of the eagle to the human paths.
A Godhewn voice swells from a disc of glue and wells out through a throat of brass, caught sweet and whole, to last beyond the maker of the song, because a dreamer dream. Your homes are set upon a land a dreamer found. The pictures on its walls are visions from a dreamer's soul. A dreamer's pain wails from your violin.
They are the chosen few – the Blazers of the Way – who never wear Doubt's bandage on their eyes – who starve and chill and hurt, but hold to courage and to hope, because they know that there is always proof of truth for them who try – that only cowardice and lack of faith can keep the seeker from his chosen goal; but if his heart be strong and if he dream enough and dream it hard enough, he can attain, no matter where men failed before.
Walls crumble and empires fall. The tidal wave sweeps from the sea and tears a fortress from its rocks. The rotting nations drop off Time's bough, and only things the dreamers make live on.
~ HERBERT KAUFMAN ~
2002-08-21 15:05:16
Dreamers are the architects of greatness. Their brains have wrought all human miracles. In lace of stone their spires stab the Old World's skies and with their golden crosses kiss the sun. The belted wheel, the trail of steel, the churning screw, are shuttles in the loom on which they weave their magic tapestries. A flash out in the night leaps leagues of snarling seas and cries to shore for help, which, but for one man's dream, would never come. Their tunnels plow the river bed and chain islands to the Motherland. Their wings of canvas beat the air and add the highways of the eagle to the human paths.
A Godhewn voice swells from a disc of glue and wells out through a throat of brass, caught sweet and whole, to last beyond the maker of the song, because a dreamer dream. Your homes are set upon a land a dreamer found. The pictures on its walls are visions from a dreamer's soul. A dreamer's pain wails from your violin.
They are the chosen few – the Blazers of the Way – who never wear Doubt's bandage on their eyes – who starve and chill and hurt, but hold to courage and to hope, because they know that there is always proof of truth for them who try – that only cowardice and lack of faith can keep the seeker from his chosen goal; but if his heart be strong and if he dream enough and dream it hard enough, he can attain, no matter where men failed before.
Walls crumble and empires fall. The tidal wave sweeps from the sea and tears a fortress from its rocks. The rotting nations drop off Time's bough, and only things the dreamers make live on.
~ HERBERT KAUFMAN ~
2002-08-21 15:05:16
Hiny photo notes
35mm color slide-Towers of light as shot from below, surrounded by buildings, sign reading: The World. 4/17/02
Hiny photo submitted on
Apr 18 2002 11:26AM
Source
digital image
Media Type
still image
Collection
Citation
“Item 94106,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed October 1, 2026, https://911.dev.chnm.gmu.edu/items/94106/.