Imagination

The unknowable is something of a mystery. It’s beguiling since the unknown almost dares us to follow it. Some of us will do anything rather than conform with convention. The rationale here is, I suppose, that because conventional ways have got us into the mess we’re in today, the opposite may get us out of it.
Imagine this if you will, that the world is dying from unimaginativeness. It’s frowned upon to imagine too much. There’s nothing reliable about imagination unless used as entertainment. If we’re serious about safety and frightened of change we’ll be as unimaginative as possible.
But un-imaginative the ‘little people’ are not - these ‘devas’, sitting on our shoulders, tripping us up when we get above ourselves, pushing us beyond our comfort levels. They look out for us.
If we are imaginative enough to allow them to they will offer their hand to hold. Their imagination is our best safety net, daring us to explore and generally making harmless mischief for us when we make mistakes. They expect a lot from any one of us. They’re like elder brothers and sisters. Or guides. They make up the conscience. They act rather like the piano teacher who is intent on keeping students’ standards high.