Languages are fluffy big pillows stuffed between nations - what others say is muffled and nearly lost in them, and when we speak their grammar we get feathers in our mouth.  It's worth it.  What pleasure to phrase an idea, even in child's words, slowly, and sail it across the gulf in another language to a different-speaking human being!

Navigate by the same star, unwilling to change, and you find yourself not only off-course but lost.

So much of what we said sounded crazy, yet none of it was false... as if two theoretical physicists stood on stage to say that when we travel near lightspeed, we get younger than nontravellers; that a mile of space next to the sun is differnt than a mile of space next to the earth because the sun-mile space is curved more than the the earth-mile.
Silly ideas, worth the admission price in smiles, but they're true.  Is high-energy physics interesting because it's true or because it's crazy?

We think, sometimes, there's not a dragon left.  Not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile.
We think sometimes that ours is an age past frontiers, past adventures.  Destiny, it's way over the horizon; glowing shadows galloped past long ago, and gone.
What a pleasure to be wrong.  Princesses, knights, enchantments and dragons, mystery and adventure... not only are they here-and-now, they're all that ever lived on earth!
Our century, they've changed clothes, of course.  Dragons wear government-costumes, today, and failure-suits and disaster-outfits.  Society's demons screech, whirl down on us should we lift our eyes from the ground, dare we turn right at corners we've been told to turn left. So crafty have appearances become that princesses and knights can be hidden from each other, can be hidden from themselves.
Yet masters of reality still meet us in dreams to tell us that we've never lost the shield we need against dragons, that blue-fire voltage arcs through us now to change our world as we wish.  Intuition whispers true: We're not dust, we're magic!