What makes imagination real ? And when imagination turns into a burden ? Great of this depends on context in which an imaginative mind has to operate. It also depends how the imaginative self grows and experiences life.
I dont know whether imagination is a fancy or something real. I only know that it requires a lot of audacity to imagine life when you are in the midst of hopelessness. Is it not the case with global warming ? Is not the galloping income inequality a pessimistic spactacle ? Even imagining solution of these problems is a bold enterprise.
Imagination may not be real but what would be its litmus test ?