Imagination

I have been reading Neil Gaimon's American Gods.

 

What if belief actually transported and bred the necessary angels, demons, pixies you name it across the seas? If nothing else, apart from turmoil, they have given our imagination wings to soar on. Phoenixes, like myths and folklore, have a tendency to burst in flames and birth into life. A tendency to talk to us and transport us into their world, blurring lines of fantasy.

 

Of course, they are short lived and our memories will forget them.

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