``I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go and look at a sunset now." ``But we must wait," I said. ``Wait? For what?" --Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince ``I'm going to lift this peach clear out of the water!" James announced firmly. ``You're mad!" cried the Earthworm. ``It's our only chance." ``The boy's crazy!" --Roald Dahl, James and the Giant Peach

He is young, this god, A boy forever, fairest in the Heaven --Ovid, Metamorphoses

When the child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging, it wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, everything was full of life and life was one. When the child was a child, it had no opinions about anything, it had no habits, it sat cross-legged, took off running had a cowlick in its hair and didn't make a face when photographed... When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions: Why am I me and why not you? Why am I here and why not there? When did time begin and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear and smell only the illusion of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who I am didn't exist before I came to be and that someday the one who I am will no longer be the one I am? --Wim Wenders and Peter Handke Suhrkamp, Wings of Desire

Boy

Boy Dreams

Above all, I was able to plunge into the world of the mysterious. To that realm belonged trees, a pool, the swamp, stones and animals, and my father's library. But I was growing more and more away from the world, and had all the while faint pangs of conscience. I frittered away my time with loafing, collecting, reading, and playing. But I did not feel any happier for it; I had the obscure feeling that I was fleeing from myself. --Carl Gustav Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

...puer eternus, the perennially young God, eternally beautiful, the figure which cannot suffer sadness, human restriction, disease, ugliness and death. Like this God, most young men who have a decided mother complex felt, at some moment in their lives, that the process of life does not allow for such a state to be eternal; it has to die. --Marie-Louise von Franz, Shadow and Evil in Fairy tales

I hope you went out smiling Like a child Into the cool remnant of a dream --Jim Morrison, Wilderness

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