Could we see things always as we have sometimes seen them—and as one day we must always see them, only far better—should we ever know dullness? Greatly as we might enjoy all forms of art, much as we might learn through the eyes and thoughts of other men, should we fly to these for deliverance from , from any haunting discomfort? Should we not just open our own child-eyes, look upon the things themselves, and be consoled?