once upon your own time there was believing in singing elephants and flying furniture. it was something to be cultivated and cherished then you pass through the magical barrier into adulthood and you get all the secret knowledge and the special handshake on that day, you no longer believe impossible things the elephants become silent the furniture is for sitting on the ability to see fairies in the woods or to fly with power granted by a blanket tied around your neck doesn't really come up in midterms, or have a section in the standard format resume one day the wardrobe just has coats in it which doesn't mean we don't have dreams we have many many dreams, but they are made out of the stuff around us dreams of love, or wealth, or even selfless sacrifice all concerning actual molecules what if we are the same people when we are six, and when we are thirty six? i mean, what if none of that mystical "you are an adult everything is different" stuff actually happened, even though it was supposed to? what if the ability to believe the impossible actually never went away either? for example, we did a pretty good job when we tried out the idea that we could stop believing like children by just deciding to do it after having wounded and been wounded many many times any kind of belief in love seems as crazy as belief in leprechauns yet i still believe maybe we can't help but believe impossible things and just need to tell better stories so we can believe a better impossible than "grownups don't do that anymore"