Just picture a universe with no imagination at all. If you can visualize this horror, and take a peek at what life would be, you'd have to agree that it would be the end of everything. Like we need oxygen to breathe, we must have imagination to grow and survive as a community and as a civilized world. Yet, as we grow older, it seems that we begin putting imagination on hold and consult it less and less as if we had used up our entire lifetime quota or had become blasé of taping into it far too many times.
Once again, the flow of imaginary “juice” seems to be too often a function of age. So the prescription is to rekindle that creative function and get back thinking forward all the time. We can only do it though if we're fully aware of what we're missing. So what are you waiting for?
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