bugsy444
Feb 27, 2009
Writing Feedback / A creation of the mind - "Imagination" essay [7]
In short, to "Imagine", is to reason. Imagining is to the mind, what beating is to the heart, a cavalier, incognizant, untamable reflex; so why write an essay on the basis of such a monotonous concept, the answer is simple, I do not intend to. My favorite word is, "Imagination". You see whilst to imagine is to take a step to preserving life, it is imagination that qualifies us to imagine. People fear the feral nature of the mind, because its capacity is endless, it encompasses every feeling ever felt, every thought ever had, and yet still opens its doors to the unknown. The untrained mind is a beautiful thing, because it holds no prejudice, it is saturated with one's most sincere and candid beliefs, it is so true unto itself that one must solicit the mind to liberate the words to speak. If the makings of the mind could be projected for all to see, a whole new life would be born, broadening the spectrum from romantic to sinister idealism, with all in between having their essence crudely accentuated.
Though it is fascinating to delve into the depths of the mind, "Imagination" is to each its own, and for the absence of an oral medium, we must make our peace with the words we speak. "Imagination" in its truest, most organic form, is too innocent and naďve to feature in reality. If there is a world outside the one we live in, then let it be a creation of the mind, for in the words of John Lennon "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one".
In short, to "Imagine", is to reason. Imagining is to the mind, what beating is to the heart, a cavalier, incognizant, untamable reflex; so why write an essay on the basis of such a monotonous concept, the answer is simple, I do not intend to. My favorite word is, "Imagination". You see whilst to imagine is to take a step to preserving life, it is imagination that qualifies us to imagine. People fear the feral nature of the mind, because its capacity is endless, it encompasses every feeling ever felt, every thought ever had, and yet still opens its doors to the unknown. The untrained mind is a beautiful thing, because it holds no prejudice, it is saturated with one's most sincere and candid beliefs, it is so true unto itself that one must solicit the mind to liberate the words to speak. If the makings of the mind could be projected for all to see, a whole new life would be born, broadening the spectrum from romantic to sinister idealism, with all in between having their essence crudely accentuated.
Though it is fascinating to delve into the depths of the mind, "Imagination" is to each its own, and for the absence of an oral medium, we must make our peace with the words we speak. "Imagination" in its truest, most organic form, is too innocent and naďve to feature in reality. If there is a world outside the one we live in, then let it be a creation of the mind, for in the words of John Lennon "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one".
