The Child
THE ADULT must understand that they are so only by agreement with others like themselves; but THE ADULT is really only THE CHILD with simpler ambitions. THE CHILD, after all, is ever the eldest in age…
THE ADULT knows black from white and left from right and right from wrong, whereas THE CHILD cares only for colors beyond shades of gray, the bright and the vivid in every hue, splashed across the face and scrawled across the mind, regardless of presumptions of aesthetics, for THE CHILD knows naught but the self, for that is all one can know, and even-that-
THE ADULT does not care for differences but similarities in friends, and in enemies similarities are not seen except in the carnival mirror; THE CHILD, on the other hand, never assumes stability in similarity. Indeed, THE CHILD delights in the company of contrasts; whether or not they are merely in the mind is not THE CHILD’s concern.
THE ADULT cares only for who and how, and THE CHILD can only comprehend what and when; yet THE CHILD only considers why.
i:
I basically mashed two old flashes together, scrambled them up a bit, tried to get something philosophical going.
Obviously I’m not talking about lollipop-sucking children here, but a philosophical concept of the eternal child; and the adult is one that doesn’t bother with philosophy or even with proper thought, that considers oneself already grown and not requiring of change or improvement or doubt. And so this contrasts the two…
...maybe. I don't know if my idea of a "child" and an "adult" really get across, so concrit/discussion about the topic would be much appreciated. :-) Oh, and the aphorismness. I'm never going to be Wilde, but I can try for a bit of wit, right?