On Irrational Thinking

The other day the kids and I were walking through our neighborhood and Fisher, pointing to one of the lawns, said "they should mow their grass because if there was a really short person they wouldn't be able to see over it enough to walk through." The grass was about 6 inches high. I told him he was very thoughtful. Kids make the best poets don't they, because they believe that anything is possible. They believe in dreams, can convince themselves of anything, can look at a wall and assume it could disappear, can think that a sharp rock is really a dinosaur claw and they need to start digging for its bones right here, right now. They haven't heard no enough ways to keep them from that kind of magic thought. The remnants of our childhood minds lives on in us as irrational thoughts. And maybe irrational doesn't have to be a negative word. It could also mean playful absurdity. I still run up basement stairs two at a time because I used to believe some boney-ghost like hand was trying to capture my ankles. And I'm not ashamed of this. There's a certain softness in this kind of thinking isn't there--makes the world less rigid. Sometimes instead of always trying to figure out the meaning of things we should follow the line of this playful absurdity because who really knows anything and why not let yourself grow soft.