Did you ever walk down a street and suddenly, as if emerging from a deep sleep, wonder where you are? Have you ever felt like there are two worlds and you’re slipping between them, struggling to cling to a familiar place but longing for the excitement of that other place, just beyond consciousness? Because the world is made of layers and layers of perceptual complexity it’s often difficult to determine which is real and which is dreamed. These layers of perception may seem bland and tasteless or they may seem tantalizing with a rich and aromatic stew of tones, lights and shadows.

But, what if the world of reality is a tightly bound grayscale world, sharply focused but incomplete with its overly simplistic viewpoint. But, the other side of the line, ah that’s the place where anything is possible. That’s where dreams kick in and color things; mix things up, show the possibilities of life. Here’s where the road is, the way, where life accelerates toward completion in a fascinating world of fantastically fuzzy form and color.

And the best news is that the road is nearby. It’s in our imagination. The temptation, of course, is to move completely this fascinating place and take permanent residence in a world that is exactly the way we imagine it. The irony is, the longer we stay in that beautiful world, the more familiar it becomes, and as familiarity increases, the color begins to fade, the smells are no longer unusual and they become less noticeable. The excitement of fantasy recedes.

No, perhaps it’s better to seek new horizons and keep the dreams at a distance, not too far, but just far enough so that they remain a glow on the horizon, lighting the way along the road of imagination. That way you’ll never know if the trip is to no place in particular or to the next epiphany.

After all, journeys are no fun if you know exactly where you’re going.