I don't imagine to escape the reality I live in.  I imagine to bring out the beauty this reality has.  I imagine to create something more.  Something more beautiful, something more intriguing, something the man with the superb observational skills wouldn't have noticed "could be" as he walked down the street, because he only saw what "is".

Like taking the heads of flowers and drawing them where the spokes of bicycle wheels should be.  Why?  Well, I've created a context.  I've opened an avenue for the mind to travel, and closing in on my goal, I cleverly end my short trip at the door of a quip.  He told me "Put the petal to the metal in your mind."  So I did.