A dream and a half, really.

Zahir, in arabic, means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come in contact with them or it, gradually accupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness.

Faubourg Saint-Pères, Encyclopaedia of the Fantastic as qtd. in Paulo Coelho's The Zahir

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Gunnar Kaufmann: You got any dreams, yo?
Nicholas Scoby: Yeah, I have a dream. A dream and a half, really. You ever hear of a Brocken specter?
Kaufmann: Who?
Scoby: A Brocken specter. If you stand on real high ground, say Mount Everest, with your back to the sun and look down, you’ll see your shadow on top of a fogbank or a cloud. That shadow is a Brocken specter...But wait, there’s more. As an added bonus for those who act early, you get your very own glory.
Kaufmann: Your own what?
Scoby: Your own glory. As you look down at your shadow, there’s a corona around your head. Even if you’re standing, next top a gang of niggers looking at they own Brocken specters, you can only see the glory around the shadow of your head.

Paul Beatty, The White Boy Shuffle

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"I look good now looking bad."

Richard Pryor, Wattstax Monologue