Neverwhere

In a rare moment of lucidity, i find myself drawn into a compelling narrative. There is no other way to put it. With a touch of a chapter and verse, i am drawn, willingly compelled, into a world that exists between slices of thin parchment, that spans the length of the universe and the breadth of time. Everywhere, nowhere, and anywhere.

That is the depth of imagination. I always stand in awe of a true storyteller - For he is one that i admire. The ability to draw people into a clear, crystalline world where everything is real and yet not as it seems, where there is no rule of nature's law, and everything exists at his whim and fancy.

We are all creators of our own world. On paper, we are all small gods. For those who transcend this little piece of personal real estate, they find themselves worshiped, a small cult of followers pandering for their newest bible.

Perhaps it is my weakness. The tendency to escapism from the here and now.

Or it is my strength - the suspension of disbelief, the eager stretch of imagination, the boundless world beyond my own perspective.

Life is more than looking through your eyes.