The child's world is the poet's world where dimensions differ only according to feeling, not fact, that place of the fourth dimension that eludes all but painters, poets, lunatics and the players of musical instruments. And it even eludes those at times. That is why they remain children, eternally committed to chasing after it. Clinging to the tatters of those clouds of glory with which we are all born and only rationalisation can rip off.
- Yehundi Menuhin -
