a reply to: Pinocchio
The imagination has no limits Pinocchio, no at all. Them who see limits are under the spell of the illusions.
The scraps from the tables of masters, as you speak.
Nothing is more pliable or malleable than the wind.
The imagination is the wind and it carries voices which stir
the inner wind.
The dragons breathe some may call it, some others a fog.
Out of it came masonary just like everything else.
if you cannot touch or see it does not mean it doesn't exist,
them feelings of suspicious, fear, or dread
which come from tales to explain something
intangible but never the less real.
The fog is what shrouds the sun, and confuses the mind and senses.
The fog is the source of all disassociations, for where in the fog is time?
Be all you can be.
Yes that is true and a man can be no more than a man, not a god.
The highest level of masonary is not God.
God is not man, man is not God. There is only the fog
and the master over it, is a mastery over awareness.