Imagination has no borders, they say. I can travel with my mind in any direction and create worlds completely pure. My universes were never distorted by any foreign thought and no one could ever suspect how they look like unless I reveal a shade of their complex, twisted shape and content.
I have my border. I have my limits. I have our time. I have our human body. I have our earth, I have our limits. Is there order without border? Maybe…in my imagination I could invent a borderless world, but then when I will want to come back to our reality, how will I break free from my own imagination?
We are constantly checking the order, checking the border, testing the border with our order, testing our order with our mind’s border until beauty shows up and brings with it an ancient silence.