Life of an Idea

 

imagine first you give life action guidance to ideas

then they take on power of their own and sweep aside opposition

ideas are intangible forces yet they have more power than the physical brains that give birth to them

they have the power to live on after the brain that creates them 

 who has retuned to ether air.

in knowing the idea, imagination,

is the finest tool yet still needs a man who knows 

how to use it.

Imagine first
you breathe life into an idea,
give it action,
give it guidance,
give it direction.

At first it walks beside you.
Then it learns its own stride.
Then it gathers momentum,
sweeping through obstacles
that once appeared immovable.

Ideas are intangible,
yet they move worlds.
They weigh nothing,
yet carry civilizations.
They have no hands,
yet build cities.

Often they live longer
than the minds that first conceived them.
The thinker returns to ether air,
yet the idea continues its journey,
finding new voices,
new builders,
new dreamers.

In this knowing,
imagination reveals itself
as one of the finest instruments given to man.

Yet even the finest instrument
awaits a master.

A violin requires a musician.
A ship requires a captain.
An imagination requires one
who knows how to will it,
focus it,
nurture it,
remaining faithful to its vision.

For imagination is not merely the gallery of pictures
it is the workshop of becoming.

And the one who learns to use it well
does not merely think thoughts.

He gives ideas a future.

He becomes the bridge
through which the invisible
enters the visible.

And somewhere in that crossing,
the idea begins to breathe on its own.