Another race hath been, and other palms are won./ Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Never to blend our pleasure or our prideWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.