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Holiday Homage Part Eleven: Imagination


HENRY DAVID THOREAU:
The world is but a canvas to the imagination.

ALBERT EINSTEIN:
Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create.

ARNOLD TOYNBEE:
Apathy can be overcome by enthusiasm, and enthusiasm can only be aroused by two things: first, an ideal, with takes the imagination by storm, and second, a definite intelligible plan for carrying that ideal into practice.

BLAISE PASCAL:
Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.

CARL SAGAN:
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.

There was a recent facebook survey floating about in which a few of my friends partook and asked questions of others. #7 posed the eager participant to ask a question of the interviewee. One of those asked of me was:

Do you ever get bored?

I answered that I have been bored maybe 10-15 times in my entire life. One of the gifts that my parents gave me (especially my Mom) was the art of imagination. I am able to make even the smallest of things as grand as I could ever possibly desire simply by taking flight in imagination.

And I am in perpetual flight. I imagine and role-play my life and others and all the avenues in which they could tread. At any one time, there are various stories waltzing in my daydreams. So I personally do not understood boredom. There is always a story to write, characters to visit in my head, on DVDs, and in books. Even in the past few months where I have been more shut off from the world than I have ever been before, I never entered the chamber of boredom (or secrets for that matter -- ah, Potter humour is always in fashion). Quite the antithesis actually.

There are moments I am on the most loving date where the world seems to pause for a few moments, performing in a picturesque venue for a receptive audience, imbued with powers that no one has ever seen (I love those), sipping coffee in Central Perk (and I do not even like coffee) and making Phoebe laugh and bow to my tangential powers, and a slew of other lives and realities.

I have never been more aware of the man I am, the man I was, and the man I want to be.
I have never been more aware that I have an arsenal of blessings at my disposal.
I have never believed in life, love, my friends, and my spirit more.
Imagination is the breeding ground for all my gifts, where I develop my courage, my talents, and, well, who I am.

People often say they find me joyous. If for no other reason, I am joyous because I was given the power to dream, to think my way in and out of things, to explore, and to find pure and utter contentment from within. I thank my parents and the intangible elements in my spirit that align me with something far bigger than who I am alone... I am not sure how others define this magic, but I note its existence in me.

I want to share my imagination with the world through this blog, my songs, my stories, my characters, my words, my heart and I feel ready. Now, after thirty years, it is nice to say that I like my REAL life just as much as the imagined one.

But first, I had to imagine it. Therein, lies enchantment I could never fully illuminate...

Dustin

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