Green Gaia
Veteran Member
Shelley wrote, "The great instrument of moral good is the imagination." John Keats said, "I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affection and the truth of imagination." William Blake bemoaned the failure of imagination in his time. What is imagination? Is it available to everyone? Are we born with it? How do we lose it? How can we get it back? Are those who we call 'genius' or inspired, people who held on to their imagination into adulthood?