Thoughts on imagination

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Thoughts on imagination

Thoughts on imagination

For as long as I can remember, I have spent a large portion of my days living in my imagination.  Daydreaming.  Fantasizing.  Thinking.  Creating other worlds, people and scenarios.  In a sense, my imagination gave me a secret world in which, consciously or subconsciously, I was superior to others.  Privy to something they didn’t know or could not access.  Even during social occasions, I would often be fantasizing about someone or someplace else, smiling at the people around me and, perhaps, to them, appearing to engage in perfectly fine conversation, but never truly being there. Discovering the teachings of Eckhart

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The duty of life

The duty of life

I have thought lately that perhaps the duty of life is to make each of us more familiar with death. Not just the image of it, nor the concept, nor the loitering shadow in the slick alleyway, but the solid, sensual reality. The smoke, the metallic taste, the frosted heat, the overwhelming fullness and the falling emptiness, the smiling kiss, the wink and the graze of rough tarmac on your knee. The more I know life, the more I am forced to acknowledge death. I suppose, in this way, she is doing her job– though I question her methods on

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