As a Child
“What does it mean to be as a child?” I asked.
“When you are out strolling on a fine day,” he said, “you are in a world of your thoughts about the world. It appears that you have rarely been in the real world since you were a child.”
“That might be so,” I responded.
“One day, perhaps when you are out walking in the sunshine, you will suddenly realize that it is so.”
“And then I will be as a child?”
“Then you will marvel at the realization. It is the same trap.”
“But if I see through that trap?”
“You will congratulate yourself for having seen through it. That, too, is the same trap.”
“Is it even possible to be as a child?”
“Is that something you really, truly want?”
“Yes! Yes, it is.”
“Then no, it is not possible. It is the same trap.”