Imagination's Strange Infinite Attractors

The power of imagination makes us infinite.
— John Muir

Yet, the gravity of society pulls upon our strings bringing us back to the finite world.  For it is work and the restless band of opportunity, who keep hammering on our doors, which wakes us from our slumber in the infinite expanse of playful thought.  A canyon is what we need.  A gorge of great depth where we can build a little campfire to keep warm as night takes the place of day.



How does one imagine infinity when one is finite? There have been times when I have been infinite, or, at least, felt so, brimming in a flux of energy that was boundless. I know, at that time, I existed in the limitless nature of being, but for the life of me, I can't imagine it. 

My kingdom for a cup of magic mushroom tea and the warm wash of childish laughter.

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