“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge-
That myth is more potent than history.
I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts-
That hope always triumphs over experience-
That laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
I’m not talking death or grief or experience here but, the imagination is something I won’t ignore. PJ is 5 (he would tell you he is 5 1/2) and his grasp of possibility, hope and dreams would enchant a unicorn! He’s been asking for a fort. And on some days its a house, boat, castle, island or a flying truck. If you figure out where to look, pallets, paint, flags are free and easy to get your hands on (especially at 5am when no one is around to ask you what you are doing). And so are forts, castles, clouds the shape of hot air balloons, pirate ships that shoot rainbow bubbles that taste like popsicles or big red submarine dogs with leashes that reach up to space!
I don’t discount the idea of thoughts encumbered by reality. I lift my glass to 5 1/2 year olds that aren’t limited by gravity, matter, velocity, math or reality. I praise their insightfulness, resourcefulness and willingness to create…to imagine.