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Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.

For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent wonder about life itself, his own being among others, wherever he lived for the moment, there was his home.

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.

To those at the great house it means nothing, this handful of earth, but to me it means how much!" (Buck, 57)

Whatever came to him was good. It was life. It was knowledge.

To take each day as a separate page, to be read carefully, savoring all of the details, this is best for me, I think.

Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

Wandering is never waste, dear boy,' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.

There was no need to hurry that future__et the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?