Our hope lies not primarily in human reason and scientific analysis, but in the untamed regions of intuition and human imagination.*
For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.**
If your imagination cannot fly, may it run, and if it cannot run, may it walk, but, please, bring your imagination.
May we recover from our imagination-sickness and, critically, weave imagining with love
Finding the edges of the box can be a great place to begin:
It’s the limits that make it interesting, the limits that give us an edge to the box, something to leverage against.
*From Philip Newell’s Sacred Earth Sacred Soul;
**Viktor Frankl, quoted in Jonah Paquette’s Awestruck;
^From Seth Godin’s blog: Limitless.