it is my understanding, dear earthworm, that we create reality with our imagination.
yet by being convinced of the immutability of what we encounter, rather than perceiving its essential fluidity, all too often we abide by a default, rather than achieve an intentional, reality.
the idea that reality is external, that it is what happens, amounts to creative powerlessness, does it not?
for instance: we believe we cannot, without machinery, fly; but is this just another stone in the thought-castle you and i have painstakingly built during the thirty thousand years of our existence?
might we not effect an imaginative shift, switch the points so to speak, so that our reality runs on different tracks altogether?
yes, we shall fly again: as i remember we did before we began the naming.