The entire world is full of potential for good and apparently every single one of us
has an ego which always thinks it knows. We are wise in our own eyes according to
our ego, but how many actually are wise? It is an easy deception, everyone wants to
believe that they are, but as the old saying goes, the proof is in the pudding.
As Einstein said, “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.” My
own definition of imagination is the fancy of the mind, and there is no real limit to
that. We try hard to put that into a category – music, art, literature, science, but
the sky is really the limit on that, then we’ll monetize it, if it’ll sell.
Potential is not actually an achievement in fact until it becomes something else,
other than just fancy. Supposedly, a couple thousand years ago someone said,
“knowledge not lived is sin” , and since then an unimaginable volume of potential has
come and gone un-real-ized. The whole point of my inspired crap, knowledge lived
is real wisdom. Yet in our collective arrogant ignorance our own intelligence is sold
(literally) to us as education in increments of years, the experience in real creation
rarely included.
This is all included in my new book, a short tomb of 13,1510 pages, flying off the
bookstore shelves for the always low price of $150 million.
That includes the full musical and lyrics of the previously unrecorded version of
Lennon doing “Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer”.
Imaginate that…
memyselfnie 