I is for Imagination

I is for Imagination. This is something I wrote  awhile back (give or take a few word changes)and I wanted to share it with those who haven't see it. That was before this morning's wave of inspiration hit as can be seen in the next post.

An awesome imagination
I think a fantastic, awe-inspiring imagination is one with a proclivity for creating worlds, other worlds, unhampered by endings or limited to the temporal. It is an infinite spiral of thought only subject to the cicerone, in this case the thinker . Where sense and logic are whatchamacallits that hold strands of thought together but are never fetters or  the steer.

Where myth and legend is as absolute as the flesh and blood that summons them. Where the self is so lost that the magician that is him, is found.

An extraordinary imagination is where our banal reality looses substance and your world is......reality.

Quoting Neil Gaiman:

"THERE ARE MYTH-PLACES. They exist, each in their own way, some of them are overlaid on the world, others exist beneath the world as it is, like an underpainting.

My angels was stolen from Ken Paton's Library

 There are moumtains. They are the rocky places you will reach before you come to the cliffs that border the end off the world, and there are caves in those mountains, deep caves that were inhabited long before the first men walked the earth. 

They are inhabited still"...... Anansie boys