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Wonder is a strange creature. It glorifies and intoxicates the ideas in your head. It makes you believe its cruel trick and think that life could be anything. That you can do anything and it will work out. Dreamers wonder but they wonder in safe places by themselves. Far from the preying eyes of reality. Alone watching the clouds pass dreamers wonder or in their sleep where their worlds come to life. But when dreamers awake they realize that the wonder had a hold of them, they realize that the wonder cannot be in the same world. Ah but a dreamer can bring wonder out in their everyday tasks and life (but in realistic moderation of course) Art, gardening, writing, creation. Dreamers are creators and what marvelous things they create. Their beauty is in their reality and whimsical display of that reality. Step into a dreamer's creation and you can see that they are truly extraordinary. You can see the love and detail in their pieces of dreamy creations. The dreamers bring light and brilliant creation into the world.
Ah but the cruel creature of wonder can play tricks on poor human hearts. Wonder can make this world to foolish hearts seem boring and horribly unbearable. Those poor people that misinterpret the beauty of the dreamer's creation can bend the world of reality into an ugly thing indeed. The poor foolish heart may want to use a smoke, needles, razors, or alcohol to help them see the kind of world that they wish to see. Oh but my poor friends this is where wonder can be disgusting. The poor corrupted foolish heart makes the poor dreamer's world a little darker. All of reality becomes a bit darker as the blissful light is slowly fading away with each of the foolish heart's bad choices. If there were no wonder people would not have to try to make the world into a better place because it would already be a world of dreamer's dreams come true there would be no smoke, needles, razors, or alcohol to turn too because the world would be just as it should.
Oh my dear friends it is my fault for wondering.