It is said that the thinking of children sometimes hides great wisdom. Children are not polluted with all the dogmas that adults have adopted more or less by force. In plus, children think freely, they haven't reached that inhibition that many adults have in asking themselves certain questions, not only because of taboos, but also because it often seems useless and tiring to them. That would be one or maybe the only beautiful part of childhood. They say that genius is the perpetual ability to be a child. In this regard.
During the Easter holiday I visited a little girl 6 years. In passing, let it be said that I was looking for a present for him before. Her uncle complained that there were no gifts for little girls, and the male ones are everywhere. I answered promptly : "You have a thing for men!” The man shuddered at these words. What do you mean?? I did not expect such a reaction from an educated person, but it seems that things are worse than we thought. I remembered my pink cannon tank, it was probably a lady's toy, in culor pastel.
The girl was on vacation in Greece, had passed through Bulgaria. I learned the capitals of these countries. When it came to Athens, I told her she was a goddess, that's where the name of the city comes from."
Gods exist?he asked me.
"It doesn't exist!”
"But God exists?”
"NOT", I told him, then I realized that he took my mouth in advance, that maybe her parents had told her something else, I didn't want to contradict their education. "But it exists in the minds of some people", I completed.
"And the light that lights up on Easter night? It's not true, not?"The little girl had just been to the resurrection for the first time.
"Not, but it exists in people's minds. It's like a show, like a movie, everything is fake, director, but people want to believe that it is true because it creates pleasant sensations for them, pleasant feelings."
"I understand, like in cartoons, there are no talking cats…”
"And, if you want, it's the same".
I tried to explain this to him in more detail, but it started to rain.
"Usually I don't fall asleep with stories, but this story made me sleepy." It was a story for grown-ups. Even big people don't like such stories, it seems. When I don't make them fall asleep, it annoys them. They say that children's literature is like that for adults, only that it is better. Maybe it is the only one that should be called literature. The girl who came to the conclusion that there is no God, he still left a biscuit for the Rabbit, and he believed when he was told that he had eaten it. Great people are no different, not only the religious ones.
