Out of the morass of modern society emerges the Individual. He is always there. Sometimes he is disguised, or asleep, but he never goes away.
He has the unique capacity to invent new reality. He does this through that forgotten, discredited, and buried capacity: imagination.
The individual is immortal. He is not a machine. He is not a brain. He is not the sum total of his chemistry. He inhabits a physical form, but he is not that form.
His creative capacity is also immortal. Continue reading