“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere. ”
Carl Sagan
Welcome to Sunday All Day Brunch. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is going on in your life. I’ve been thinking about my Dad today. Dad always said that he was a dreamer. My Mom was very practical and she told me more then once I was a dreamer like my Dad.
I think one of the most important things we can teach children is that it is okay to have dreams. It is okay to work towards making those dreams come true. Too many people think that teaching children to recite by rote is education. The purpose of education is to teach people how to think. Education should inspire the mind to continue to learn new things. I’ll be 65 in March and I still have so much I want to learn. I am currently reading Dr. Michio Kaku’s Parallel Worlds in order to better understand string theory. I taped Dr. Brian Greene’s The Elegant Universe on the same subject.
Dad and I would talk about our dreams. We talked about many different subjects. We talked about life in the universe and both of us knew that we are not alone. One evening we talked about a poem I had written called Castles Made of Sand. Dad said the poem really touched him and spoke to him about his life.
Castles Made of Sand
I don’t know where I’m going,
And I don’t know where I am.
I’ve been following this dream so long
That I can barely stand.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings
Or what the fates have planned,
I can only wait and see
If my castles are made of sand.Dreams are made of clouds
And waves with silvery crests.
Dreams are made of star dust
And touch with a warm caress.
Dreams are made of love
And hopes you can’t forget.
Dreams can keep you going
When there is nothing left.My dreams have kept me going
Through long and lonely years.
Dreams have kept my faith alive
And dried my many tears.
But dreams are gone by morning
And daylight brings new fears,
That my castle walls will crumble
And leave me standing here.My castles may be made of sand
And won’t stand the test of time.
At least I dared to dream
And the memories are all mine.
For if you can not dream,
If you dare not cross the line
Into hopes and promises
Both subtle and sublime;
Your life will be as empty
As that lonely stretch of land,
Without even the beauty
Of a castle made of sand.
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