Jorge Luis Borges is a stunningly spectacled artist whose imaginative powers push the limits of human thought. Reading Borges gave me a glimpse of how expansive human thought could reach in terms of creativity. His short stories pull you into his world of fantastical labyrinths leaving you confused as to what is real and what is fantasy.
I was so viscerally impressed by his vivid narration of Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius that I had to reaffirm that these seemingly fictional worlds are indeed fiction. The last I read a book that was so magical yet so real was One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
The most fascinating of all stories was The Circular Ruins in which a mystic arrives at a burnt down ruin with the aim of dreaming another human being into physical existence only to realize he was himself dreamt unto existence. The concept, as I conceive, purports the idea of us being simply a figment of someone’s dreams. The idea felt so magical, yet real. Reading it reminded me of a statement on imagination that Albert Einstein had made in an interview in 1929 ,
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.