It is our need to mark. To witness. Our need to create sacred ground. “History happened here,” guidebooks like to say.
No, we say—personal history ended here.”
A little kid’s life bursts with autoletic experiences. Children careen from one flow moment to another, animated by a sense of joy, equipped with a mindset of possibility, and working with the dedication of a West Point Cadet. They use their brains and their bodies to probe and draw feedback from the environment in an endless pursuit of mastery.
Then—at some point in their lives—they don’t. What happens?
You start to get ashamed that what you’re doing is childish.”