Wow. More than two months have gone by since my last post. I have been house-hunting, looking for a house very, very close to Princeton, with a nice layout, in good condition, with low property taxes, and with a running brook on the property. I am shocked, shocked, that with such minor requirements I haven't found one yet!
I am thinking about the two Alice books by Lewis Carroll. They are such classics, and yet think for a moment if you really were in Wonderland or through the looking glass and reality were distorted, turned on its head, and no-one would listen to you . . . it sounds more like a nightmare to me. I must re-read them.
A lot of children's books have a subtext of confronting the terrors of childhood. I suppose they supply a catharsis, but I am a bit of a wimp, and prefer sunnier, happier texts that emphasize the magic you can find in the world if you just keep your eyes and your mind open.
Alas, sometimes magic seems in short supply, and darkness overwhelming. But according to Chassidus, we all have a divine spark inside, and if we let it grow, it can light the way for us.
