In the Nursery

In the nursery I found many tales, and many wonders. In the nursery is where I discovered questions. I think G.K Chesterton has a point, we don't need fairy tales when we are young, the world is in a fog. We hear names and places and don't know what they are, to the youngest of children the Moon could be around the street corner, and a volcano on the other side of town. Everything is exciting and fantastic when we are kids. Talking animals, flying men, and super gadgets rule our tales, but that's just it. When everything about our world is a big question mark, anything can fill it.
Perhaps that's why their is a trap that many fall into where men and women take our world for granted. They learn that men can't fly, and that the moon is too far away, so they don't appreciate what they have. The world becomes mundane, and boring. They learn the world isn't as fantastical as the fairy tales.
But that is just it. The world is fantastical. I call the state being I just described a trap, because it's something to fall into, and it disrupts the course. The truth is that this world is amazing. The colors the sun can make when it shines through a tree, the power of a good song, or even the fact that man asks questions. The trap is not realizing that glowing enchanted forest are the troops of fireflies in our back yard, or that Superman is the guy who always tries for people and gives everything his all. We can't get caught up in the thought that we know everything, because than we stop asking questions, and the world stops being fantastical.