Imagination
“Everything you can imagine is real” – Pablo Picasso
So many books, movies, and paintings
have come up from it: this great force
that has sparked our life with beauty
and chaos. Books have described the way
we can and have become angels and demons
at the same time, using it to destroy other
worlds that are too busy searching for peace.
Movies have awed and haunted us with
images of technologies that seem to have arrived
too early for us; destruction has been our
hobby, since stone-age: only grooming and table
etiquette that has changed from that remote
period. Paintings have depicted pleasant
and horrid images of Man’s true life and
living: cave paintings are a good point to start
on, before looking at Da Vinci’s work of art.
Like a child who thinks he controls the world
with a water-gun, we almost make the
same kind of mistake, by using the force that has
brought us to where we are, in creating a
bigger gap than we need amongst ourselves,
creating a valley where ideas of science and
art fall, waiting for a Savior to save them;
humanity as the vassal of art and science,
becomes the Fallen.
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