Imagination. No really.

This is not hilarious. This is not funny. I was actually serious. I wrote this the preceding summer (date as written on notebook 7-10-12) at 12:15 a.m. I thought it was kind of interesting. Totally unedited, so bad grammar. Mispellings, maybe even.

Imagination is like a shot of caffeine. Or even a freight train. I could never describe it in such a catch phrase, though, because as its meaning exists, to really capture it requires a more in-depth dealing.
Maybe it's something of a nature that acts to be always good, like vitamin C, more the better. But as it continues (or you do) it seems just so easily gone awry. Maybe even Lucifer got a bout which propeled his pride to the heights or depths of damnation. But there it is again. One can spend several years agonizing over the effort to find the answer to analyzing  materiel, like in Omnibus. Some just do extensive research on/in the books, and get an answer this way. But the real point of such excercises are to make you to always think in a way that allows you to have a question put about any reasonable thing, and be able to imaginatively connect the perhaps unknown question back to something you know, thus learning a legitimate realation of facts, or at least, probable observations. That way, you can command any conceivably called-for bit of knowledge, relating it in terms you know. That is the endpoint of education. Or one of them
However, it is possible to use this imagination, as I call it, too far along. It is not as if some genius had surpassed the end of education and gone further; it is rather that there had been some devisive, but not  uncorrectable wrong-going, a new turn, like that of a train switching tracks before its destination. It is the point that one unaware or on purpose opens his imagination under the guise of becoming even more learned, and envelopes ALL things, throws away God-given preconceived barriers in his mind, and ASSUMES that ALL THINGS can, and MUST be related, connected, grown together. This is actually not even the deepest problem. All things are connected, because there is One Who made all things. But God's completeness, who can truly fathom? To fathom all of God's creation would not be to know all of God, because He is ever so much more and greater than his creation, but He and His Glories are so far above men that in every expression of them they are too high for men to know all of. Ever bit is so much. When our minds work towards understanding and connecting/completing everything, we automatically are incapable of fully and truthfully doing so. (Not in original, but I just thought. Maybe that's why so many secular philosophers went mad.)  At this, we use whatever small aptfulness God has lent us and wildly invent, justifying any and everything by useless and outre explanations. I believe that this sin, particularly can lead to anything, anything at all. Romans: "Gave them over to their sins, and their foolish hearts were darkened." (that was written in the margin. Just as reported. paraphrase, obviously, and no particular reference.) With a mind that can say that all things are permissable, beneficial, needed, and so on, and back it up, who can can argue? this is man without God's backbone, rigid and instrumental in every situation. If you're grounded, determined by His Word, the constraints of natural bonds are held, and you can only see all things in the way that they Truly are, as made by their creator.

The end. That was quite a long thing. But that was all of it. At night my mind just flows better. It doesn't express itself the best, but it does flow.