Green Man, Earth Angel

We must descend fully into the real, messy world, and not stop short of the real individuals who make it up. We get so constricted! So many are afraid to think about the world because only Scientists can do that. So many are afraid of their innate creativity because that is the realm of Artists. But anyone can experience the thrill that accompanies the new ways of seeing that lie at the heart of scientific discovery, anyone can write, or paint, or make music. And yet we mostly don’t. Because, “I’m too busy . . . I’m not smart enough, I’m not good enough, I can’t really dance, or sing, or write poetry or make pots … I’d be too embarrassed.” We are haunted by the Canon, by the experts, by the professionals. We are afraid of our selves, afraid that we won’t measure up. When great thought, art, and literature become an impediment to human life and action rather than an inspiration, then something is seriously wrong. The democratization of imagination is essential for the full descent into the world of all the virtual beings crying out in their sadness to be revealed.