In the Garden of Childish Delights

摘要

The happiness of children is existential, not psycho-logical. Adults forget that, probably because of envy. As a small child I was wildly, unconditionally happy. By that I don't mean that I was well adjusted or that I was raised according to sound principles of mental hygiene. I mean that all my receptors were attuned to the world, that I felt things freshly and keenly, that my mind received impressions so powerfully that memories from that period stay true in my mind, like colored stones seen through water.