I generally refrain from writing intensely personal things on my blog. I am not afraid of talking personally, but I generally find myself wanting to talk about abstract issues of theology or culture on the blog. I actually am quite an introspective person (this may or may not be a sign of my generation). But this comic has provided a time for me to write an autobiographical piece that may help those who read my blog.
Kids, like Calvin above, are willing to do combine anachronistic eras for no other reason than it is cool. Kids have an imagination that adults are often incapable of. Of course of the weight of a tyrannasarous would crash an F14, but rules of physics do not apply to a child’s mind. They are able to imagine the impossible.
I find great solace in Calvin and Hobbes because he represents, in many ways, the exploratory imagination of my own childhood. I would play outside in all sorts of whether alone with a rope. The rope was my Hobbes. It could be transformed to be a whip to fend off animals as we traveled on an African Safari, or into a whip of power if I was pretending to be a Dark Lord in Star Wars or a place to transport me to the inner part of a cockpit.
I would play with small animals. They would be wrestlers. I would watch them come to life as they moved in my hands. This was serious business.
I was constructing a world of worlds. In my room, I was learning about the forces of good and evil as I played out scenario’s in my head.
Sometimes I feel this:
How do I find Hobbes again? Perhaps it is here: