Coleridge instructs us to engage in a “willing suspension of disbelief,” L’Engle tells us that we really should be able to walk on water, and I say that one should never make the fatal mistake of thinking that facticity and reality are equivalent terms.

This poem is to those doubting Thomases, the ones who don’t read fiction because it isn’t true, the factually minded empiricists who are barely alive because of the lack of revelation in their lives.

Try to Imagine.

I suppose the comment might seem a bit over the top; and no doubt the whole rant is probably straight from left field.

All this springs from the frustration I feel with fellow students in my Aesthetics class…these people are perhaps the least artistic art majors of all time.

You’re affirming a solid tradition. McDonald, Lewis, Tolkien, Barfield, others, all firmly argued the superior and encroaching reality of the unseen.

Hey, is that invite to the discussion blog on the way?

Beautiful.