The Journey of Perception: From Literal to Poetic

With anticipation of the freshness of bread, I am born anew.

When a little child looks at bread, they see bread. When they look at the moon, they see the moon. When they look at their mom, they see their mom. When they look at the tree, they see the tree. Little children get what they see.

Over time, something shifts in their perception. They look at a stick and see a sword, they look at a friend and see a pirate…