Is the universe not alive? Does the sunlight not gently touch the rosebud, does the wind not whisper to the tree? As children we are more attuned to the living qualities of creation. All things are possible to a child. There is laughter in the running water of the brook. Dogs speak as their voices echo through the neighborhood—if we could only understand their language.
This type of sensitivity is not the mere foolishness of a child. It brings us closer to the source of life, closer to all that is alive. Better we should remember the child-mind of possibility and forget the adult word impossible.
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