It is an amazing gift young people have that makes them think they will never get old. The transformation is almost invisible, though, as they believe it even when they are not-so-young anymore. Then they start listening to what others say and they began doubting what they used to believe and the magic gives way to "reality". If only there was a way to keep that bit of magical thinking burning while tempering it with the rich experiences of life. Lives collect information from the constant bombardment of limiting factors which present themselves as reality and evidence. But this reality and this evidence serve only to block our paths to the magical, the heavenly, and the supernatural. There are unlimited amazing things to discover if only we could allow ourselves to go beyond this giant facade of limiting "knowledge".
Almost as if planted there, I have a random image in my head.
Looking into her eyes causes all of my neural impulses to scatter and terminate at unexpected targets causing at times ridiculously goofy reactions. How can this be plan unless she knows of her ability to cause such disruption? Now the cells that were forced into action by the misfired impulses seem obligated to give reason for their seemingly erratic behaviour and as they relay their excuses back to my brain, I see her image over and over again which in itself causes the whole process to repeat. This results in numerous episodes of smiling whilst staring at nothing, hearing nothing whilst "listening" to the hum and whine of others, doing nothing whilst "working", finding reasons to be in the general vicinity of the initial occurrence--the internal investigator--and, alas, dreaming once more that there indeed must be a heaven. She gives me a renewed respect for The Creator.