Transponding

In the middle of a rather boring article, I begin doing what I do best..drifting off. Amazingly, I end up doing this so very often that I'm surprised I get any work done at all. I have often heard that the imagination is the most powerful vehicle of thought. It is only after using it with such rapidity and frequency that I realized the kind of Pandora's Box it opens up.

Fortunately, I love the shades of grey in myself...even black sometimes. The most liberating part is that there is no one to judge it, censor it or censure it. I love the idea of being transported into another dimension altogether..sometimes dark and hopelessly pessimistic, sometimes foolishly innocent and at other times boundaryless and exploratory. It takes me exactly where I want to be, in that particular moment. For someone who values 'just being', there can be nothing better than the travails of the mind. It is just so easy to drift away...and in the process discover and re-discover a million different tangents, domains and planes. Whether its being lucy in the sky with diamonds or just freefalling through time and space, the imagination can do wonders. (No, I am not describing the effects of weed!)

I am not talking of the creative imagination here...just imagination or even daydreaming, if you like, at its simplest. Basically it is a slave only for you and you mould it as you go. Not for anyone else, not for the world and cerainly not to give birth to creative output. Well, imagination for its own sake, I suppose. I knowingly fall back on it way too many times; it rescues me instantly. I seek solace in it as it never fails me. As Carl Jung aptly put it, "What right have we then to depreciate imagination?"