My elder granddaughter waves her fairy-wand, and sometimes magic happens. My grandson runs to bring a book, eager to tell me of worlds between its covers. And my youngest granddaughter delights in a colourful child’s play tent, where there are corners to look around, and windows, and (an open) door. Each reveals something of inner and outer life. The little ones seem to strike the balance just about right – and to know, somehow, that we all need to live some of our time in the one world the better to live in the other.
Yes. I see.