Adults get boring as they age. They seem to think that they are wiser when they become serious and more intolerant. On the contrary it is their imagination that has dried up. The state of our world is a reflection of the state of our souls. We are disjointed and severed from each other. Our imagination river is all but evaporated. It has become polluted with cynicism and the lack of faith. We can’t catch the sun in each other’s eyes anymore. There are only dark pools of despair. In a book called the greening of America the author argues that up to the age of nineteen there is still a chance to keep the imagination fertile. You have a chance to cultivate a vibrant consciousness of enlightenment. Whether it is nineteen or earlier is beside the point. The important thing is that the earliest that you can harness your streams of consciousness the better it bodes for you as a fully functional person as you grow. Imagination is a blessing. Best you keep it opened to the cosmos and let it flow in and out like a golden cascading waterfall.