imagine..

Every single day I search for a complex idea to which I am able to write about or just discuss. Sometimes I feel as if shitting my thoughts and ideas on a piece of paper or in text makes me feel relieved in my mind of things that I try to comprehend. Perhaps that's the feeling that every writer feels, relieved as if they've just shitted ideas down their publishing toilet. Strange comparison, huh?

Imagination is the key to life. Without imagination we as a people would be nowhere and change would not take place and chaos would rule the world, perhaps not chaos but rather boredom in a sense of copies. Robotic copies that rule the world.

I question how many artist caught the images that they painted? Especially historical portraits, such as Leonardo's own "The Last Supper" how did he envision Christ and his disciples as such. I mean for all he knew they could have been wearing pink tutus and fake afros... Right... Whatever.. Without imagination Leonardo would be shit out of luck, right?



"My dog is looking at me right now... Sorry for the short blog but Mr Bond wants his walk, didn't even proof read." - Ryan