"'I didn't know you were so religious.... But about this writing matter----' and opened the subject again....
"He's all right. Nature will doubtless take care of him. Perhaps his view of life: 'I see what I see and take what I can,' is as much as is asked from the many in the great plan of things--but I like madness better. To me, his is fatal enchantment; to me, wars and all tragedies are better. I would rather live intensely in error than stolidly in things as they are. If this is a devil and not a half-god that sleeps within--at least, I want him awake. I must feel his force. If he is a devil, perhaps I can beat him."
"That's something of a definition of imagination," the teacher said, "----seeing the spirit of things."
"I hadn't thought of it as a definition--but it expresses what the real part of life means to me. Men and women move about life and affairs, knowing nine out of ten times what is going to happen next in their wheel of things; what their neighbour is going to say next, from the routine of the day's events. After a little of that, I have to run away--to a book, to a task, to an awakened imagination. Only those who are in a measure like us can liberate us. That's the key to our friendships, our affections and loves. We seek those who set us free--they have a cup to hold the vital things we have to give--a surface to receive. If they are in a measure our true kin--our dynamics is doubled. That's the secret of affinities, by the way----"
The teacher smiled at me. "Tell me more about the little girl," she said.
"... She learned so quickly from the processes of Nature. I found her sitting in the midst of the young corn last summer, where the ground was filled with vents from the escaping moisture. I told her about the root systems and why cultivation means so much to corn in dry weather. She read one of Henry Ward Beecher's _Star Papers_ and verified many of its fine parts. She finds the remarkable activities in standing water. The Shore is ever bringing her new studies. Every day is Nature's. The rain is sweet; even the East winds bring their rigour and enticements. She looks every morning, as I do, at the Other Shore. We know the state of the air by that. And the air is such drink to her. You have no idea how full the days are."