It is late, and the room is dark. I am alone.

My heart hums softly.

Quiescent in its dull slumber, it drums slowly, unaffected.

With my head on the pillow, I can hear and feel my blood.

Thump... thump... thump.

It pumps leisurely, unhurried in its attempt to keep me from slumber.

Eyeing a white blank wall, I wait.

Silence has command of the room.

Wind in the outside world causes the house to creak, the windows to rattle.

The room remains still.

A random desire floats out of the black mist of my mind.

A woman's face, a delicate face, intercedes; eyes staring, all in my mind.

The face begins to smile, small and gentle.

The power of the face dissolves the wall until only the face remains.

Sounds of surging blood I can hear now.

Thumping, drumming, coursing.

My breathing becomes heavy, and my true feelings are released.

A smile draws across my trembling lips. A heaviness settles in my chest.

Warm and pleasant the feeling crushes the silence.

The room glows with excitement. I am alive. I feel no pain or loneliness for I am in love

Imagination

From the birth of humankind arises the miracle of imagination.

From the creation of fire to the conception of the artificial mind.

In our infancy, we first beheld the sun in the heavens.

In our infancy, we saw the orb that is Earth from orbit.

When we gaze into our newborn's eye we see the creation of our human empires.

The baby's hand reaches outward and we hold it, comforting it as it grows.

The baby's adventure of exploring, seeking, and knowing the utter beauty of learning forces it onward.

It fights to caress what he touches.

Its wants and needs are nourished and inspired.

Its ideas can turn the smallest grain of matter into utter destruction or indescribable beauty of existence.

The flower blossoms signal the adult coming of age.

Stretching, and reaching, it moves out into the world.

Tapping life on the shoulder it longs to help but in its way.

Sculpting his likeness in the past he longs for eternity.

Probing the future he ignores the past.

Forever living, forever changing, forever growing, the mind's eye can awaken the universe.