A life without imagination would not be a life well lived. Colour your thoughts and paint the shared skies with your dreams for all to see.

A son is an unfulfilled mans last attempt to fulfill his unfulfilled dreams.

His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. my lady when she returns. Och there ye are Blossom Faoln grinned standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so he said his face clouded with uncertainty. Im not am IThe inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleens face. No youre not but I guess I can see how theyd think that she muttered darkly. What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

I saw you chase that dream. You never tripped over a tiny pebble but you ran into a giant mountain.

I might be a very weird lover having you the center of my dreams and reality.

My dreams may be nonsense toobut I do not want to run the risk of not following them

When young the humans are all Imagination because Memory is so much smaller a part of their experience so little of them is grounded in it. As they grow older however Memory overtakes their Imagination outweighs it. But when they pray with ever increasing confidence they see with an ever-increasing and youthful Imagination and such burgeoning of possibility causes even their Memory to be lightened and redeemed. The scales fall from their eyes and they wait on their Father with the same childlike wonder that watches a sunrise to see what might happen this time.

Your dreams are like the cement. If you water it with actions it becomes a hard concrete mass. But if you leave it exposed and unwatered the air will easily blow it away

Only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind clearly process all of the days experiencesmemories - without distraction. And perhaps only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind truly understand the meaning of these memories as well and assimilate them with all the other memories youve accumulated over time forming greater meanings - unintelligible in the light of day - building perhaps to some ultimate meaning at the culmination of life - unintelligible in the light of living.

You cant be creative without criticism. If your life is without critics then maybe you are painting your lifes masterpiece with only a broken brown crayon.