The line about entrance into another world made me think of the sensations you get a child when you imagine some thing so clearly that you get a yearning for it there (or could be there) even though it isn’t real. Like stepping into the pages of a good book, but you’re wide awake.
Yes, as a child I had a vivid imagination, and I lived in make-believe play worlds with my younger brother and a few other neighbor kids. In later decades adult realities never completely stamped out that capacity for contemplating what wonders lie in other worlds, ie., “Through the Gateway!”
Very good John. I like the mystery you invoke. I wonder what lies beyond the gateway.
Thanks, Eddie. Mystery surrounds us everywhere but unexpectedly now and then we get glimpses “Beyond the Gateway.”
The line about entrance into another world made me think of the sensations you get a child when you imagine some thing so clearly that you get a yearning for it there (or could be there) even though it isn’t real. Like stepping into the pages of a good book, but you’re wide awake.
Yes, as a child I had a vivid imagination, and I lived in make-believe play worlds with my younger brother and a few other neighbor kids. In later decades adult realities never completely stamped out that capacity for contemplating what wonders lie in other worlds, ie., “Through the Gateway!”