This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.
—Pearl S.
For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent wonder about life itself, his own being among others, wherever he lived for...
Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.
There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?
Wandering is never waste, dear boy,’ he said. ‘While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.
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