Short Excerpt.

And then I began to see pictures in my mind. They were exquisite pictures, plucked at random from the seemingly infinite reel of a rosy future, the sort of pictures whose only value is in their own self-contained reality. Rarely do they constitute anything more than a poor shadow of their ultimate expression which always falls short of, exceeds, or alters the original. But see them we do. And so we should; because it is only through our capacity to meditate, dream and visualise that we can create our own reality, uncorrupted by external forces.