Sunday, August 28, 2005

To be a child again . . .

When a child first catches adults out--when it first walks into

his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence,

that their judgements are not always wise, their thinking true,

their sentences just--his world falls into panic desolation. The

gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing

about the fall of the gods; they do not fall a little; they crash...

And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching

kind of growing.

- John Steinbeck