Fair enough. I am 53 and still believe in Santa Clause. There is an edict =, or a maxim, there is a time to put away childish things and adopt the things of being an adult. Interestingly, the is an opposite, you must approach the kingdom of heaven as a child.

There is evidence for the philosophic need of being mature and remaining childlike. Maybe there is an ideal balance in this. Maybe, from a system perspective, if one assumes the role of adult, then it necessitates someone assume the role of a child. I may sometimes be foolish, but I am hopeful the dreams I share become contagious and we blow the world with confetti. Confetti made of plankton so we feed the world without harm! :)

Thank you, Sir.