You have to go out into the world someday, but for now you are our child. You play and never venture too much beyond this paved walk and these brick walls and all the dreams that you dreamed inside their realm of spacious and fanciful places, a vaster world, I think, that what even the real one holds – so big has been your imagination.
And those parallel lines of sight just tell you how connected you are to all this, to your past, to a childhood of wonder, and all that roots anyone to their here and now. Like life lines thought anchors you to a safe harbor in the past and when you go forth doesn’t it help you hold course? And won’t you be stronger, my child, for having once wondered and dreamed in the safety of this home?