John KeatsThe problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
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In the context of this quote, it implies that the problems that plague the world cannot be solved by those whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. In other words, to solve these problems, we need people who have the imagination and foresight to dream of things that have never been done before.
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