The daydream is the mind’s natural state. Free of all worry and angst, neither here nor there, the daydreamer is at the apex of the human experience.
Sometimes, we build the Sunday afternoon lazing in a sunbeam where the wind and other sounds become a backdrop to the hum of our existence and the broad sky pales to the horizon of our mind. Here the mind doesn’t wander; it goes where it needs to go along a path we’ve chosen. At the core of the creative soul is this builder. We build these moments, repeatedly, until we’re unable to build any longer.
Then we die.
The daydream isn’t the departure from reality.
It’s the arrival.