A Pocketful of Diamonds

A quote I can’t find the source of at the moment goes something like, “The measure of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination.”  I’m not a fair judge of that sentiment because I’m infatuated with my imagination, a source of all-but-unprecedented joy.  

Knowledge is fun and useful, to be sure, but for whacked-out delight in looking at life fearlessly, and luxuriating in the problem-solving possibilities (even those that turn out to be ridiculous) of ideas that might spit in your eye while revealing something you’ll treasure forever, imagination is like having a pocketful of diamonds at the ready to brighten any occasion.

At least it is for me.  

For my imagination to flourish, however, I must hold as lightly as I can opinions and beliefs, especially those with an edge that my view of a thing is somehow whoop-dee-do.  I must also relinquish attachment to how others think of me.  Such freedom requires a never-ending relationship with managing fear. 

Meanwhile, I must attempt to filter all my experiences through the paradigm of how the universe works that makes the most sense to me.  

Which is to say, that the essential vibration of existence is fathomless love beyond any ordinary human cognition.  And, that every human experience has but one purpose: to serve our soul’s inevitable conscious union with that love, which some of us call God.

Operating from the perspective that enlightenment is not a matter of if but when adds a lot of bubbly carbonation to the river of human evolution, which, I find, increases dramatically the playfulness quotient when it comes to exploring life’s two most important questions: “What’s going on, and what’s the healthiest action I can take in this moment?”  

Among the great elixirs in facilitating the healthy exploration of any conundrum is humor that celebrates rather than demeans.  Such humor thrives as the natural child of imagination at its best: playful, loving, deep.

I aspire to being able to contribute to a life-affirming approach to any circumstance.  As daunting (or even impossible) as that aspiration may be, it’s hard to foresee any chance of realization that doesn’t include a barely tethered imagination that holds everything sacred.

Hence, the back cover of my novel says: Steve Roberts champions the most fear-provoking point-of-view the world has ever known: Everything is a gift, and the business of life is discovering how come.