> An unsettling image says Chesterton, is the whole > purpose of the imagination: “The function of > imagination is not to make strange things settled, > so much as to make settled things strange; not so > much to make wonders facts as to make facts > wonders.” > > The wonder begins with existence itself. Existence, > he says, “has a value wholly inexpressible”. But > the artist tries to express it. That is the duty of > the artist: to express the inexpressible. > > Chesterton tries to get us to feel what he calls > “the intoxication of existence” and the invaluable, > incomparable gift of life. In a prophetic poem he > wrote over a hundred years ago, a poem entitled “By > the Babe Unborn”, he portrays a baby, lying in the > dark womb, trying to imagine a world of blue skies > and green grassy hills, which to him in the darkness > is just a dream. But if he could actually attain > it, and see such a world and live in i