I work with a student at 8 a.m. every morning. Every morning she is hiding under the table when I arrive. I always sit down and pretend I haven't seen her. Then, I put my feet under the table and practically step on her. Next, I wonder aloud where she could possibly be. Finally, I pick up her thermos of tea (which is sitting on the table) and exclaim at such a wonderful discovery: warm tea, waiting for me, without any owner... I act as though I'm about to drink the tea. She emerges from under the table, giggling uproarously, saves the tea from my pernicious grasp, and asks if I really didn't know she was under the table... I'm always completely shocked that she was under the table. Always.
"A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun, and every evening 'Do it again,' to the moon. It may be not automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we..."
-G.K. Chesterton-
"A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun, and every evening 'Do it again,' to the moon. It may be not automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we..."
-G.K. Chesterton-
What sweet pictures He gives us...
that's great!
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