[/caption]I don't want to live in a world where Vampires aren't sexy.
Similarly, I want my sharks to be toothless and coy, my grizzlies loyal and cuddly. Is that so much to ask?
I'm discovering that it is possible to craft the world of my dreams that I may live there for hours, if not days at a time. The imagination, which thrives in our youth and gets tamped down in adolescence and beyond, is as important to our well-being as the pragmatic.
Our imaginations are Atlantis, a nearly inaccessible world just as real and valid as the empirical one, teeming with life just below the placid surface of our collective consciousness - below anxiety, hunger, duty and call to survival.
Our imaginations, more on par with the call of the wild, are teases. They reveal their existence only sporadically, and their fruit if sampled makes us maddeningly happy, spurring us to acknowledge their significance, battle our gatekeepers into submission, and take the plunge.
