I wake up sometimes, my Nation, and it feels like I'm still a child. That nothing has happened yet. That I had a dream, but it vanished. That everything is still ahead of me. I don't remember the taste of satisfaction, or disappointment, or any regrets, or joys. I still don't know that this I may, and that I shouldn't; that so is good, and differently otherwise. I'm calm then, and colorful shapes drift before my eyes.

I wonder if this happens to you too. I wish it would.