With dreamers, pure and simple, the imagination remains a vaguely sketched inner affair. It is not embodied in any aesthetic or practical invention. Reverie is the equivalent of weak desires. Dreamers are the aboulics of the creative imagination.
Slight headache. Satisfaction from having taken a two hour walk carrying two full bags of food over half of the way + doing some push-ups later.
I also miss a certain INFP a lot. She's probably hung over somewhere, poor thing. I'm not going to contact her, but wait for her to come to me, though...
I'm fine, more or less
Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come