"To grow up is to wonder about things; to be grown up is to slowly forget the things you wondered about as a child."
I watch the three-year-old child that my wife and I are raising and I am amazed at the creative powers of her mind to imagine worlds that I cannot see. To invent stories and stories within stories. What happens to us as we grow up and take on the cloaks of the adult world? Where does our inventiveness go? What worlds of the imagination have we forgotten?
What do you do to keep your mind young? Do you play with children? Do you enter their worlds? Or does the path you walk become narrower with each passing day? Do you still think as a child or have you given up childish things? Are you young at heart? Or are the arteries of your imagination clogged?
I recently finished Mankell's excellent novel, The Man From Beijing. Here is a video of Henning Mankell discussing the novel at Strand Bookstore.