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Yet so few would play! Instead of coming out to find him where he hid
so simply in the open, they built severe and gloomy edifices; invented
Rules of the game by which each could prove himself right and all the
others wrong.... Oh, dear!... And all the time, _he_ hid there in the
open before their very eyes--in the wind, the stream, the grass, in
the sunlight and the song of birds, and especially behind little
careless things that took no thought ... waiting to play and let
himself be found... while songs and poems and fairy-tales, even
religious too, cried endlessly across the world, "Look and you'll find
him." There _was_ only one thing to say: "Search in the open; he hides
there!"
Everything became clear and simple--one thing, Life was a game of
Hide-and-Seek. There were obstacles placed in the way on purpose to
make it more interesting. One of them was Time. But everything was one
thing, and one thing only; a peacock and a policeman were the same, so
were an elephant and a violet, an uncle and a bee, a Purple Emperor
and a child like Tim or Judy: all did, said, lived one and the same
thing only. They looked different--because one looked _at_ them
differently.
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