It is really difficult for me to clarify my ideas on ideas. My ideas on imagination. Salmon Rushdie was threatened over his writing at one stage. In effect it wasn’t anything real. It was imagined. He was threatened for a description in a book. For an idea he had put in words.
Words are real though in that we think them and act on them all of the time. Yet we can imagine other realities. They are not real but ideas of the world and imaginings. We imagine all of the time. We are not meant to but we do. We imagine a world similar to the one we navigate but it is different. It is tainted by imaginings. It is seen through a cloud of ideas.