If ever it were possible to see a different way and find a new kind of vision, how our hopes and dreams might change. For if it were so, we might find our hopes as shining silver, and our dreams in front of our eyes. And yet, our vision clouded, almost as if blindfolded, we stumble toward and away from and back again to the very thing we desire most, without ever recognizing it. Its value lies, not in imagined truths, but in hidden ones. Those truths require nothing special—no secret key, no magic spell—but only a child’s bright, wide eyes for the unlocking.
