I wonder what would happen if, suddenly, our ability to imagine and go beyond what is apparently occupying our immediate space was stripped from us. The very essence of what we are would become meaningless because we would then lack the mechanism and vision necessary to create meaning in our lives. So many people treat meaning as if it is bestowed upon them or created by some force other than themselves. But what if meaning is something we create? How would we create meaning from an absence of imagination? What happens when the individuals in society are unable to call upon their imagination to solve the great questions of existence for future generations?