Flight Of Fancy
‘Come with me,’ the wind whistled, ‘and I’d show you the
world.’
I, the light feather of imagination, rapturously float on
the wind and was blown off on a hair-raising adventure.
Over vast expanses of seething water and limitless stretches
of greenery with wild beasts thumping around, I was swung up to the apex of the
world with my head sticking up in the clouds.
I could see far out there in the blue the nest of the storms
stuffed with sabres of
lightning and rams of thunder.
I could see further the glowing furnace of the sun; and in
the dark region beyond it I know lies the sanctum of the origins of life.
I didn’t need to stay too long on this mountain-top. My
instincts told me beyond this point is the realm of madness!
‘The mind is a funny place to dwell in,’ the wind whispered,
reading the thoughts heckling me now. I said nothing in response but was only
preparing for my descent to earth. Then the wind tossed me back until I landed.
I gave a big sigh of relief.
The wind cackled. ‘Isn’t life a flight of fancy?’ he finally
asked.
‘And how do you mean?’ I said suspiciously.
‘Well,’ the wind replied, ‘take every human being back
before life began. There, ask him or her if he or she believes life (as it is lived
now) will be possible.’
‘Of course, the ready answer would be “plain impossible”!’ I
spoke on behalf of humans, having hobnobbed with them for long and confidently
assuming I could read their minds.
‘But here they all are living it!’ the wind intoned.
‘True,’ I muttered.
‘To an average mind the reaching out for what is considered “plain
impossible” is a flight of fancy! But the qualitative life humans are
experiencing today emanates from it – take the Internet for an example, one man’s
flight of fancy that has turned out a booming reality for all. Simply put, the
inspired mind is the undaunted mind!’ the wind whistled conclusively and
streaked off.
I stood and reasoned over everything the wind had said and
then it dawned on me that I, imagination, have conquered the world by the sheer
strength of this: my flight of fancy!
The End.
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