"... The aura that surrounds this book of Salinger’s is this: it mirrors like a fun-house mirrors. It amplifies like a distorted speaker one of the great tragedies of our time; the death of the imagination.

Because, what else is paralysis?

The imagination has been so debased that imagination - being imaginative rather than being the lynchpin of our existence - now stands as a synonym for something outside ourselves like science fiction or some new use for tangerine slices on raw pork chop... The imagination has moved out of the realm of being our link - our most personal link - with our inner lives and the world outside that world, this world we share.

What is schizophrenia but a horrifying state where what’s in here doesn’t match up to what’s out there?
Why has imagination become a synonym for style?

I believe the imagination is the passport we create to help take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is merely another phrase for what is most uniquely us.

Jung says, “The greatest sin is to be unconscious.”

Our boy Holden says, “What scares me the most is the other guy’s face. It wouldn’t be so bad if you could both be blindfolded.”

Most of the time, the faces that we face are not the other guy’s, but our own faces. And it is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself, that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves—that’s the hard thing.

The imagination, that’s God’s gift, to make the act of self-examination, bearable."

- six degrees of separation