In my: “Leap of Imagination”, Einstein claimed that imagination is more important than knowledge. Today I must share with you some bad news. The symbolic expulsion of the “first couple” from Paradise was not anchored in time, but it is a perpetual life-lesson for virtually every human being.
As is all Bible.
We are all born in Paradise to a loving mother, a protective father. Usually, the female looks after our day-to-day needs, while the male provides the means and security. This is true of most, not just the human, species. After all, until our behaviour proves otherwise, we are all animals.
Our stint in Paradise doesn’t last. Our parents, teachers, often sacerdotal members of our society, offer us an apple. We awaken to phenomenal reality.
They destroy our imagination.
To repeat, children are born in Paradise. For most of them life is beautiful and carefree. Our innocence allows us to assume that we are truly in heaven, surrounded by unconditional love.
And then comes the first punitive NO!
Thou shalt not do this, that and the other. We, two or three year-old toddlers, sometimes older, look for escape. Wikipedia defines toddler as: “…time of great cognitive, emotional and social development.” Escape is a must. For a while we succeed. We escape into the kingdom born in our imagination.
Only there, in the new realm, we can sustain our reality of Paradise. Whatever we imagine becomes true. We create our own world and populate it with our dream-beings. We create our own Universe.
Sadly, only some of us manage to escape. The rest are truly expelled from Eden. Lists of dos and don’ts sublimate our intuitive desire to create a reality of our dreams. Slowly but truly we are drawn down to earth, to a reality where physical objects are more real than the ideas from which they originated.
We lose our creative passion.
Slowly we sink down from the realm where ideas become thoughts, and thought fired by imagination become real. Instead we listen to our elders. All too quickly the rate of vibration of creative energies slow down. We don’t even notice that they are not real—that they are empty space; that they are Maya. We begin to live in the past.
To develop our imagination and sustain it for a lifetime, we must start young. Many children enjoy imaginary friends. With them they share equally as imaginative escapades to sate their creative impulse. An impulse not yet sublimated by their parents, school, and all adults. While the elders’ influence might add order and security to our physical life, it also destroys the life within. They destroy our creative instinct.
With notable exceptions (e.g. Einstein or Feynman) most scientists seldom venture outside the field of their expertise. They become skeptical observers. Others are led by the blind. Those in whom creative impulse survived become inventors, artists, and perennial seekers. For them childhood will never end. They spend their life in Paradise.
Trust me, it’s worth it!
A Bedtime Story for all Ages
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