The Validity of Imagination [Mind's Eye - part 2]
He stood alone amidst the flowing energy of the trees, in a forest of life and death in its utmost beauty. Feeling the serenity that floats in the air of something so preciously untouched, where even the death of nature is as naturally beautiful as the life that surrounds it. And standing there motionless, with only the touch of a warm summer breeze upon his back, he felt blind to the capacity of explanation for such an amazing sight, yet he could see better than ever before. The light from the sun above, shining through the canvas of leaves overhead, magically cast a tone which is reflected off the scattered leaves and rocks, like sepia, lighting his path. He begin walking along this path, following the pale orange light, as if it were his destiny. He walks along this path - over stick and stone, through cobweb and bees nest - as if he were chasing an answer to something he had not asked a question. And everything is silent, even the sound of his footsteps upon the crackling ground ceased to exist after a time. Except the hum. The hum of life. The hum of life - his own and that of everything else around him.He was very accustomed to being alone in the woods. Even from an early age he had alienated himself from his peers, or perhaps had been the one alienated, and found much solace beneath the canopy of leaves. Over time it seemed as though he had been adopted by the great oaks, who's leaves provided the most protection from the looming world beyond, and became fearless of anything that dared to enter his world. The place would later become a sanction, a temple that only he knew how to enter. But this would come to be much later. There were many trials he would first need to pursue before becoming proficient in the art of life. And sadly, there wouldn't be enough time for him to reach this goal. He never stood a real chance.
How does one decipher the validity of things that are real from things that imagined?
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