I remember once when I was a child, I saw a metro in a book, and also for a long time I considered it to be not a transport created for practical use, but an exciting amusement. How fabulous is that to have a ride on a train underground!
we put meanings from our inner world of a soul in things that are empty without it. the joy and excitement of a child gets stabbed by an indifference of a grown up. yet again. we evolve. and we can possibly loose meaning in the process by gaining brand new stone hearts.
