.: things that never were
.: things that never were :.
There is a world just around the corner of your mind, where reality is an intruder and dreams come true..
The gift of dreaming, of fantasising is precious because it expands one life into countless other lives, like a myriad blossoms on a single branch. Those who cannot dream are to be pitied by those who can. They will never know the magic of slipping through
from realtime into dreamtime : of seeing through dimension after dimension unknown to our five senses, as though one curtain after another was drawn aside to reveal a passionate world of colours, deeds, achievements and abilities..
When people’s dreams have been recorded we call them myths, or legends, or fairy stories [so me!! -m]. They are part of the treasure of our secret world, able to transport us instantly to Valhalla or Olympus. They explain to us everything we long to know, and give substance to our instinct that there are worlds beyond our world..
Yet, there is only a shadow curtain between reality and fantasy
Everything we accept as part of our lives was once a fantasy. A scientist might deplore the notion that there is any link between science and fantasy, but fantasy always comes first !..
it is the creature of imagination and without imagination there would be no science. Every invention is the result of fantasy
“if they are contradictory it is because fantasy itself is a contradiction!”
this is it..my fave.. and i’m sure, my soulmate will think the same..won’t you dear?
[m]