Here’s a conversation I had this morning with my five-year old son over breakfast.
Him: Daddy, we’re eating the same breakfast today.
Me: Yes we are. It’s delicious, isn’t it? The yogurt is creamy and the granola is crunchy and a little sweet.
Him: Yes. It’s delicious…..Daddy, do you like everything for breakfast?
Me: Well, I like a lot of things for breakfast, but I’m not sure if I like everything
Him: Does anybody like everything for breakfast?
Me: I don’t know. I’m sure somebody does.
Him: Does God like everything for breakfast? Because God loves everything? He loves trees and flowers and he wants people to be happy?
(Side note for context: ours is neither an exceptionally religious nor exceptionally un-religious household.)
I couldn’t help but wonder – when in life do we lose our sense of the profound, our sense that every moment is just a turn of phrase away from beauty? Is it a natural progression, or something we’re taught in school or in life – the victory of logic and cleverness and cynicism over wonder and imagination?
And how do we get it back?