Today, I write about creation. To do so, I must create, communicate, expand my thought into this world, what I believe to be this reality.
Created words, creating images of creation through imagination.
How come that you, me – everyone – do this all the time, without even noticing?
Imagination is the act of painting over the blank canvas that we call reality, making images appear where there where none. Some people call it manifesting, but I just call it existing. Our existence – our self – is the tool between us and the chosen medium, through which we express the unique combination of patterns formed by the sum of symbols that we call “me”.
What to do with this infinite potential? Today, I have chosen to put it into words, into images. Why? I’m not quite sure… can you enlighten me?