I have always considered the age of Enlightenment an age of reason. People dare to know the unknown and question authority. The pursuit of knowledge equates to the pursuit of happiness. Some may argue that it is an age of feelings. Revolutions were brewing: regimes collapsed; rights formed; economic principles emerged; men and women of letters heatedly debated. Among all the narratives for the Enlightenment, in my mind imagination hardly comes into play. Yet the semester-long seminar alters my understanding of the age: it is an age that not only epitomizes humanity’s pursuit of knowledge. It is an age of imagination, bringing both potential and perils.