A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions, so it has been said. We live, we grow, we experience. We crash through boundaries, like the bull in the china shop. Sometimes we stand and see something for the first time even though it may be the one thousandth time we have seen the same. The wise man looks at space and he knows there is no limited dimensions. The mind is like throwing stones into a pond. The pond looks the same but underneath the calm water lies something changed forever. No matter how much we may long for our innocence of the past, it is gone like last winter’s snowman, never to return.