Imagination Lost

I imagine there is a little bit of larceny in all of us - all of us that is except for Gilroy the Storyteller. Gilroy is the primary character in my book Imagine Lost a Leprechauns Chronicle. Because I’m excited about Gilroy and all that he has to offer us by way of visualizing the unseen realities of the world around us I thought I’d share a few words from his diary. While he was somewhat resistant at first he soon relented, especially once he realized that through his sharing an innocent child might be saved from the uncaring world of academia. (But then you already know that if you’ve read the book.) If you enjoy these 429 words be sure to let me know and if you haven’t read the book be sure to pick one up and place it in your library under Philosophical Novels.

Dear Eireann,

Saturday, 24 September 2005

          Having spent the majority of the day, a pleasurable day, I might add, in the scriptorium, working on my most recent manuscript, I’m feeling somewhat incisive this evening. Last night, as I laid down to rest, I promised myself, a promise that I kept, that despite the probability of interruptions, I would dedicate the entire day to script. I never cease to be amazed by the quality of contemporary disbelief. It appears as though there is no end to the want of ignorance. As incredible as this might sound, that which concerns me most regarding this ignorance is that it exists in plain sight of available truth.

          For example, in spite of his ubiquitous appeal throughout the world, the idea of Santa Claus being a real person seems a concept too large for many to understand. However, I am encouraged to believe that if the knowledgeable people of the world could grasp the true nature of Saint Nicolas, if I could write in such a way that would enable them to comprehend the merits of his character, then we could, I believe, envision a world where every teacher, parent, and child recognizes the imagination as a lawful means to the undeclared truths of life. This excites me, as it allows for the opportunity of an entire culture of organized thinkers to not only hear through opened ears the sound of creative differences. But to see through opened eyes the purposeful connection between the intellectual proposition of an unexplored idea and the reaction to that proposition as the synthesis of the imagination reveals the common truth between them.

          With such possibilities put before me, as I anticipate a world where reason and imagination are equally engaged in seeking the truth, I’m sure you can understand my enthusiasm for wanting to finish this book.


          Throughout history, writers, poets, scholars, along with eager students have written and told stories about Santa Claus. Interestingly enough, while most of these stories border on the truth, none really answer the question begged by the challenging mystery: Who is Saint Nicholas, and what does he have to do with Santa Claus? As such, I am convinced that for many, it’s not a matter of, “Is there a Santa Claus?” but, “What is the nature of his role in society?” To answer this question, I propose to demonstrate, through the merits of writing, that the character of Santa Claus actually evolved from the unimpeachable reputation of Saint Nicholas and, although many would use him for selfish profit, Saint Nicholas is a man who lives by altruistic principles.

Until we can sit down together I remain faithfully yours.

Glenn T. Horne