I had a dream about you making balloon animals for kids. You were out of balloons and the kids were out of patience so you inflated their imaginations instead.

There are no shadows in the Underdark. There is no room for imagination in the Underdark. It is a place for alertness but not aliveness a place with no room for hopes and dreams.

You dont need to sit on a throne before you have the chance to dream you dont have to feel fat meat in-between your molars to become a strategic dreamer. You can be a dreamer once you can think dreams are germinate from imaginations and survive through actions Indecision weakens dreams inaction kills them

I had come from wondrous lands from landscapes more enchanting than life but only to myself did I ever mention these lands and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones but my heart was far away even if it beat close by false master of an estranged and exiled body.

But one day she handed me some more letters from people who had been researching fruitlessly through old newspapers hoping to find the real events. I remarked that it was sad they wasted so much time. Yes said Joan - and then absently but something did happen. Whether the something happened in the newspapers in some anecdote she has heard or in her imaginations interconnections with some other world or time I had no idea- and I knew better than to ask.

Any artist is insulted by the suggestion that art is merely a matter of recording reality and knows that it is impossible to explain how imagination can transform not only events and people but the artist as well into quite different realities.

When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle now it is upright - a column now a fountain falling. It makes no sign it does not beckon it does not see us. Behind it roars the sea. It is beyond our reach. Yet there I venture. There I go to replenish my emptiness to stretch my nights and fill them fuller and fuller with dreams. And for a second even now even here I reach my object and say Wander no more. All is trial and make-believe. Here is the end.

I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

As for girls they must risk everything for freedom and give everything for passion... loving everything that their hearts and their bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.