To the limits of my longing

What are the limits of my longing? The world might put on limits, but that is not the kind of limits I mean: How far can this carry us? If we want a world that works for all, if we want an environment that supports, nourishes and encourages people in the seventh generation, what can our longings do? Yes, we need rationality, and we need a pinch of budgeting. But too often we have let these cater to our fears and timidity, and in the end we do nothing.

The limits of my longing are sky, dream, imagination, beyond imagination, imagination to the power of imagination meeting. What is impossible is a matter of limiting our imagination, but our longing is what powers our imagination and we can therefore go beyond the impossible. What was now proved was once only imagined says Blake, and we can say What is imagined was once only longed for.

So a better word in American English would be frontiers: What are the growing, emerging, emanating edges of my longing?

What are these frontiers (here there be dragons!) if we gather people in grandest diversity of longings?

:- Doug.

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