sharmon
There was a sullen look in his eyes and his beard grew to his neck except where it was matted by dirt and filth. His clothes slouched away in from his nearly skeletal body. The sun had beaten his skin unmercifully, his shoes were blown out, crinkle-cut toes showing, and his stench was sour decay. The most telling part of it all was his posture: nearly bent over, breathing coming in shallow and slow. He was once a proud man, but now, he was rolled over by the world, defeated, down for the count, and he could no longer deny it.
You don't need your imagination to discover anything, but discovering anything worthwhile requires a great deal of imagination. Looking at the world as it is isn't to discover, but seeing. Discovering is searching and finding. In order to discover, one must have the will to dream of finding something.