The kids had been playing with some blocks and it was time to clean up. I asked John to pick up a particular block I had seen thrown off the table onto the carpet moments before, so I knew it had to be there. He and I kept looking and looking but couldn't see it.
John: "Mama, maybe this is pretend life instead of real life. Things disappear in pretend life, you know."
His deep thought brought back interesting and fond memories of my own childhood when I went through phases both as a little kid and again as a teenager when I wondered for several years if this life was all a dream (another person's dream? something like what I would later see in "The Matrix"?) or somehow not real (like Plato's shadows on the cave wall? real, but less real than Heaven?) or perhaps if we were microscopic (a la, "Horton Hears a Who"). Even as a grade schooler, I remember spending hours riding my bike alone around the neighborhood and daydreaming about these possibilities.
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ReplyDeleteYes! I remember those existential moments I experienced as a teenager riding the school bus. It was simply phenomenal to realize I existed when I didn't have to. That God created so many amazing things. That He was sustaining me every moment of every day.
ReplyDeleteI also pondered many deep questions...Did God really know everything I did, thought, and felt? What would life be like if we could all know each others' thoughts?
I was grateful I had very little to be ashamed of, but there were definitely secrets (crushes, etc.) I wanted to remain private! :)