My favorite thought? A two year-old enthusiastically mimicking the words, "Oh, Wow!" over and over again, purely because she loves the sound of it, the feeling of the word as it moves through her mouth, rounded and bouncing and whole. Again! Again!
I don't know if I'll ever get to that point of being so care-free about language learning that I can just sit and enjoy a word for what it is, but I sure like the idea. And I guess that's what makes a good poet, too, huh?
Today makes me want to retire and write for the rest of my life about being childlike. On the other hand, how could one say things better than the likes of Chesterton?
"A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.
The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical ENCORE."
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