… what lives in each human being and what can be developed in him or her?
dance in the Magic Meadow, or that the elves play in the Redwood Grove? To the younger children, there is no question that the fairies are alive in their grove.
So the elves and fairies appeared through feeling and willing’s collaboration, uninvited by my mind (which thinks elves are unreal), and I have drawn over the paintings to show that there are fairies; it is not to say that I want everyone to see “my” fairies: What an absurd statement! They do not belong to me, or anyone, for that matter. They merely exist or don’t exist, depending on how you look for them.
We had hoped that human errors would disappear and that we would ourselves have God’s view. But it turns out that the errors cannot be taken out of the observations. And that is true of stars, or atoms, or just looking at somebody’s picture, or hearing the report of somebody’s speech.