Thursday, 08 January 2009
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yoda knows best
Truly wonderful is the mind of a child. Wow, did yoda hit this on the head. Upon lying in the bed with my girlfriend we came upon the marvelous discovery that imagination grows like a cancer during childhood only to be effectively irradiated by living. On a timeline extending to the average lifeline of a human, one may predict imagination to be highest in the years we know it to be. What happens as we age then? Where do the "I can't wait to" or the "whys" go, or the "what happened to"s? A child's mind represents the purest form of thought; unadultered by coincidences, and incidences, encountered through living. When imagination is at its most admirable stage, it is laden with hope and desire to learn of the unknown. As seconds click along, the uknown is pressed through an ocular filter, siphoned by an auditory channel, and wrapped in senses to produce a memory. Boom! mystery solved..like a god damn magic show. The temporal relationship between imagination loss and memory gain cannot be ignored. Once we realize what we are when we grow up, or what is really under the bed, or why people are sad at a funeral *add cliched life experience here*, then what? What happens when we reach our pre-establshed endline of imagination? We seek to create. Many cultures view death as a form of creation, and what better way to renew a dead imagination than to create another untouched by time. Let's have a child! let's invoke our love and desperation to obtain again what has been lost. Let's live vicarously through the questions of the child; ignoring the familiar and celebrating the new, and admiring every second.
Plant the seed, nurture, coddle, invest, and influence, but fail not to ignore the fact its growth is subject to the rules governing us all, thus disappointment, and more accurately, failure is not an option.
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