When was the heart closed? When did we define love by conditions? When did we stop having fun? Do you recall being free? Being so held by all that you could float away aimlessly? Do you recall play? How do you play? How do you have fun? How do you express self so fully that you can not pause to comprehend the moment? So much happening that you do not have a chance to reflect or even perceive what is happening? Can you move so quickly that your focus is fully captivated? Can you be so consumed by the moment that all thoughts become silent? How does one return there? How can one feel the sun so intensely that nothing else matters? How can one become the light that pushes all cares into the background?