I have stolen your words and now they are mine

What are the limits of the imagination?

Humans have infinate potential for growth
Any limit you want to put on them someone will find a way to break

If we can sense it, it is in our senses, anything we imagine is sensed somewhat
But if you include the subconcious
The rules are changed
There are things we can't conciously sense

What is the border of imagination and reality?
Half the world is subjective, where is the border between the subjective and the material?

It's probably a hill

Or a stream

Or a green and burning tree

Maybe it is wrong to apply a name to such a thing