"Where are we"??
"I am right here, flying above you"!
"No! I mean...I can't move!! What has changed"?
"Nothing...and everything! My status is precisely as it were before you released your Banshee wail. You on the other hand, appear to have become stuck in a quagmire".
"Yes, exactly! Dare I ask why I am stuck and how I can get out? I don't see any webs but I feel trapped".
"Some things should be learned for one's self. I see your frustration, so fear not, I will offer you some advice. You have almost answered your own question already. What does one do when one feels trapped? I for one, attempt to determine the cause, then once the cause is know, search for solutions to the problem. I test those solutions until one gets me the results I desire".
"Your explanation sounds like something from Ms. Rupert's Science class. According to science I can not fly, so how can I be stuck in the sky next to a flying man by webs I can not see"?
"Oh dear one, do they teach nothing to you in mole-land? Science is the art of understanding how things are, not how things seem. Tell me girl, what do you need to understand science in Ms. Rupert's class"?
"You need a science book, a notebook to work out problems, maybe a ruler or a scale to measure things, a beaker if we are doing chemistry experiments, a scalpel for biology".
"So to understand science, you need a guidebook, a means to work out problems and the proper tools"?
"Science is not that simple"!
"Science is applied reason mixed in a solution of ideas and poured into form by imagination. Seems to me, that when man went to live on the ground he forgot all about imagination and instead focused on procedure. Procedure alone will only serve to trap one in tedious repetition".
"Wait a minute! Did you just give me the answer? All I have to do is use my imagination and I will break free"? ---I'm free!! How? Wait...all I did was think the webs away by imagining they were dissolved in my mind"!
"When the mind becomes ensnared in singular possibilities, the narrowed path of thought limits one's perception until flight becomes impossible. Only the stupid believe there is only one path to freedom and happiness. A rock is submerged in a pond. A fish swims up to the rock and circles him in rapid fashion. The rock boasts, "I am secure in my position in life. No matter what happens I will remain thus". The fish pauses from its rapid swim upon hearing the rock's boast and says, "But sir rock, you can not move. If a mudslide were to occur just now I would swim away but you would be buried. What security is there in knowing you can not move if events require you to do so""?
"I asked my mom what happiness is. She said work. If imagination is freedom and happiness and the foundation for science, why don't we promote imagination over work, duty, and everything else?"
"Why indeed? The answer is fundamental to why I have been up here alone for so long. A person with an unfettered imagination can create whatever he or she wants. Have you heard of a Chimera"?
"No, whatever might a Chimera be"?
"A Chimera is a mythical beast. Our ancestors believed it was real. It had multiple heads, one dragon, one lion and one goat and it had wings. It has come to symbolize fanciful thoughts. So much has the Chimera faded from our thoughts that most like you have never even heard of one".
"I should very much like to see a Chimera".
"Dear girl, you can make your own Chimera. We all have the capacity. The power to do so is buried under layers of procedure, repetition and nay-saying. I see that look of disbelief. Oh very well. I shall take you to meet the Chimera. See that large jagged mountain peak in the distance"?
"Yes".
"Follow me then".
"Does the Chimera live on that mountain"?
"Oh no. He lives inside the mountain".
"How do you propose we get in to see the Chimera then"?
"We fly at break-neck speed directly into the side of the mountain of course".
"Okay".
What else could I do but follow this fascinating, lunatic into the side of the mountain?
I simply can not miss the chance to meet a Chimera. Besides, I am only dreaming. Right? I hope I do not get in trouble for sleeping too long today.
--Commencing on a Flight of Fancy--