Thoughts on Distance

It occurs to me that it would be easy for us to feel otherworldly, but then we have to relate our selves in the light of God and His creation. 

Is this just our cross to bear for being brilliant?  Feeling so far apart from the world?  Is it to keep us humble and mindful of Him to be so INCREDIBLY brilliant but feeling so alone and lonesome and apart and different and misunderstood? 

He will frustrate the intelligence of the intelligent.  I wonder what that means, if that is just for the intelligent but unbelieving or is it for the believing so that we cannot rely on us, but on Him?

What part is imagination--the passionate, persuasive, unreal cloud of our minds at play--and what part is simply beyond the ken of normal day men?  Are we seeing a different reality or are we imagining it?

Perhaps our incredibly attuned imagination, intellect, and emotion registers imaginative play (from songs, movies, original thought, books, etc) as real experiences and we carry the weight and mind of every saint and sinner that we have been able to ingest.

Perhaps this leaves us unable to shake the persons who live in the playgrounds of our minds, deluding us into thinking that we are them, that we can live them, trying to make us live more than one life at a time.

Perhaps this is a gift from God, as our minds are more complex than the general human experience that daily life, which is the scaffold for normal men's existence.  Perhaps, in lieu of a larger scaffold,  we experience more "lives".

Or perhaps we can glean the wisdom of each and therefore know more than we can know?