Imagination

Imagination Ben Norton Imagination.

I once knew a guy who had one.

Once .

Yet the past is the past.

Those are all sunk costs Unavoidable, Inescapable, Obligatory.

It is not a choice of the conscience.

It is not even a choice.

It is merely a delusion; For what is not a delusion when Everything Is an illusion?

Yet that is all said and done; he is gone, imagination is gone; the sky is falling; the world is gone; sanity is gone.

The insane run free While the desane, Up are they locked.

And the world keeps on spinning, round’ and round’ .

The ostensibly indefatigable veracity—the inevitable reality; the unfeigned truth— just so happens to be: When one is genteel, one can no longer become That, which he truly is.

Ulterior motives emerge; The sky falls .