Instead I think there is a purpose, something that is part of us, something perhaps innate to our Beingness, that might equate to why we come here to live these lives.
I'm not sure this has anything to do with our Imagination but I have this sense they are related. Maybe Imagining is how we derive our purpose?
Or... maybe our purpose is to imagine!
Assume for the moment that our lives are based on an overall script... but imagination allows us to diverge from the predestination of the world at large... and add unexpected, previously unimagined bits to the overall script... something of an inpromtu performance... but only in bits and pieces.
One might suspect that the whole reason for incarnations is for creating a greater universe based upon the additions derived from imagination.
Acolyte went on to say:
Aside: I sat reading the last couple of posts in this thread & realised that something has gone missing from why I began the thread. I'm not sure what that is, but it started, I thought, with something a little new & towards the end seemed more an academic discussion of things not very relevant. That is probably just my mood for now, & I am not in any way making comment about other posters here, just that I have a sense the thread didn't go how I imagined it might.![]()
What exactly (or approximately) did you have in mind, Acolyte? Shall we go there... as well?
Meanwhile, Dorman, I would be sorry for you to depart. But if so, I can understand that there actually is life outside cyberspace. And sometimes, it's even more attractive and/or appealing. Hail and farewell, if so... and if not, welcome back oh prodigal poster.



