"<p>The Earth is the purgatory of lies; here everything around us is a lie: the fake-ness of space, the fake-ness of things, the fake-ness of ourselves. And in the human brain even truth dances: at once everything is true, and at once nothing is true. The only way out of the flood of lies is precisely the one that seems to be the most truthful: imagination. In the midst of all this fake reality, it is up to your imagination to restore the true reality.<br />It is not the mountain and not the valley that is real, but the beauty which your imagination enjoys in the forms of the mountains and valleys; and from the pseudo-endlessness of the phenomenal world, the way leads through your imagination to the true infinity within you.<br />Imagination is one thing and fancy another, as speech is another and chatter another. Imagination works according to the law of life and feeds the hungry desires with mist; imagination works according to the law of being and what it creates, work of art, deed, thought: real and true.<br />On earth, all that comes into being and passes away is called reality; only imagination seems to draw its creatures out of nothing. The pseudo-nothing from which imagination draws is reality; and in the many separate pseudo-realities that exist, only what in them seems to be nothing, imagination, is real: their imperceptible, common essence, the unchanging existence behind their changing manifestations.</p>"