Let me take you back in time; to an idyll where needs were
simple and desires so passionately held.
Now honesty begs me clarify that this is not a time you can find on a
calendar. For each of us the parameters
will differ. My halcyon days most
probably concluded before the parents of many of you were born. But then the era is unimportant as the
emotions run true for each generation in turn.
I write, of course, of childhood. That time when fervor will be ignited so
easily by the imagination, sparked by overwhelming desire of objects: Trinkets,
baubles, gewgaws whose value is amplified by cultural approbation as the
treasure of the age; in a word; the
toy.
It does not matter in which epoch one’s life is lived. For each, there is that one point of yearning
that is so readily twisted into desperate need.
When fancy becomes obsession and reason deserts the beholder. The phrase, “I need it!” is the unnatural mantra of the spell bound
coveter. There is no antidote for this
psychological venom but possession.
Without it, the world is empty space, ennui without end. But for those endowed with luck, empowered by
the gods to secure the golden fleece of their dreams, there is fulfillment,
joy, Nirvana!
And as the days of bliss flow ever forward into the
eternity, our soul is calmed by the knowledge that we possess the one thing,
the locus of our universe, the reward for all our efforts. Until, of course, a new enchantment overtakes
our reason. Our attention is turned away
from what we knew in our heart of hearts was to be our true love forever and
ever. And the erstwhile objet de Coeur, once such a bright star,
fades into the darkness of unremembered elation.
I don't want to
grow up, I'm a Toys' R Us kid
There's
a million toys at Toys 'R Us that I can play with!
From
bikes, to trains, to video games,
It's
the biggest toy store there is! Gee whiz!
I
don't want to grow, cuz baby if I did,
I
wouldn't be a Toys 'R Us kid.
A
Pastoral Parable
Oh, serenity of an elm shaded lea,
At once so calm and so inspiring
Until a bird doth shit on thee,
And nature shows her whimsy!
And for that I put down my comic book...
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