The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination nature is imagination itself.
We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have – for their usefulness.
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There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination as I try to do.
