It matters.

It’s crazy to me to realize so deeply, that everything we create begins with a thought, an imagination, a dream . . . from dance to guns. That doesn’t come here, unless we dream them. Being aware of this has changed my whole approach to life. It’s the difference between believing experience exists, from the outside-in, or the inside-out.

Just considering that everything tangible we’ve produced, first began as some sort of intangible-nothingness or, at least it emerged from something that couldn’t be held, or touched; until it was able to be held or touched, astounds me. Seems miraculous. And, we perform it a thousand times, daily. We think, imagine, dream. At times it takes form, shape, weight, speed, texture, etc. At other times it becomes words, sounds, feeling, gesture . . . It reveals our powerful potential to imagine, create, do—experience, and agree on meaning. I’m realizing that deeply.

What do we want to produce now, and why—individually and collectively? What systems do we want to create and why? What are we thinking . . . imagining, and does it stir our hearts toward beneficial creation, or some kind of destruction and why?

Everything we do starts with a thought, an idea, a dream . . . What are we thinking? It matters.