"You have seen a child, how he is excited with the flower, with an insect, because he sees a miracle in those things, and is that all things are a miracle.An ant is a miracle, that diligent body supported by six tiny legs, and that the six legs reach the ground ... (Maeterlinck experienced how much an ant lived, had an ant eight days in the water, and when he took it out, he was still alive.) And the child is taking a suggestion out of the birds and the leaf and the sun.
Childhood is the receptive time par excellence, the child is forming what is called the subconscious, and then it will bring out all that is afloat.It is in childhood when that subconscious is formed, and then, that feeds the intelligence, when the person comes to the use of reason.Things he will not know.As is the case of Paul Claudel, which was saved thanks to his communion with the earth. The child is well formed in his childhood, picks up the subc conscious, and then the man will know how to distinguish the light from the shadows; will have as an instinct of light in all orders. Good. This is a truly important point and we must speak today in the tone of elegy, death.
The ancient man was in the midst of the sensitive universe, like the fish submerged in the water; hence the great cultures that have been born and the artistic processes that have arisen from the Egyptians, from the Greeks. They were in contact with the earth, with the waters, with the universe. And that was soaking his life with a thousand suggestions, with luminous mysteries.
Modern man, what he has done: he has isolated himself from nature, because he started from a false point. Still rebellious, (believed not) nature is the great friend of man. And man has created a world of steel, and everything is rough, and he knows only how to kill his children. That environment without sun, without skies, without birds, without mud, without water. There must be a reaction, or at least a powerful nostalgia, that leads man to that contact with created things, from which man accepts wisdom. "More news: Lost in the paradise | Tumblr
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Fray Mario José Petit de Murat, The dawn of the children
Beatrice's note: the photo you see above corresponds to two of my children with their feet in the ditch that crosses our field. degrees celcius, but in spite of the cold, there is nothing that these little savages enjoy more than to be with the water to the knee, with the feet full of mud, and our dog running like a true dog of water in the creek. those who live in the country, and blessed be our Lord, who gives us these little graces that turn children into true men.