From a Poet

Suggestion and Imagination Half is suggestion, the other half is imagination. We approach by burning a hole through it, we advance by leaving smoke. What I mean is, we only live factually for very short instants, then we become the cradle of imagination, or we put the saddle on by approximation. All this to say quite simply, our lives, through no fault of our own, are intuitive, in such a manner as that when we hear a bee, we put ourselves on guard; the rest is ground up from opinions, gossip, and hearsay. What does someone know of us, or we of ourselves, that does not amount to this? The object is not an idea of the person, nor the idea an object, yet this is the standard.  When young, we look to a human face to know, just as when more mature, we look to the figment of a human face to believe. It is very hard to learn to do things only with your breath, and yet this is how everything gets done. When we forget just this, the world as well begins to suffocate. Douglas Thornton...