Yet the imagination gives to everything that it touches a peculiarity, and it seems to me that the peculiarity of the imagination is nobility, of which there are many degrees.*
Erwin McManus writes of how we seek three things: honour, nobility and enlightenment.**
Wallace Stevens suggest that the lack or disappearance of nobility is possibly ‘a maladjustment between the imagination and reality.’*
To discover or rediscover our imagination – each person’s tinted by different curiosities and interests – is to step into our peculiar nobility and to recognise one another’s.
Our imaginations are as real a thing as the reality they face.
They not only see something differently but engage the creative self in making this possible, in some way or other.
It is why I feel we will learn to be truly human and survive.
(*From Wallace Stevens’ The Necessary Angel.)
(**From Erwin McManus’ Uprising.)