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"Birds
breathe five times as fast as we do; they live at high-fever temperature;
they sing and feast and fly like mad. They keep on interrupting one’s
daydreams in welcome ways. These air-swimmers can make us feel like bottom
fish. Yet they keep telling us that we too are free – in imagination at
least.
If the sky has a world in her keeping, so does the
imagination. She keeps a hollow, round world, light as air, and fully as
large as the material one. Art is what stirs this cosmos. Making private
experience and universal truths interpenetrate. No passports are required.
The round world of imagination never can be fully
explored, let alone conquered. Yet so swiftly does it spin that one may
pass almost anywhere within it by remaining still, by hovering a moment."
Alexander Eliot.
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