Once upon a time a solitary little girl decided that she would have never liked dolls, but she would have always loved her inner world of fantasy and imagination to play with.
She invented stories, which she told herself before sleeping.
She learnt to listen to the voice of things.
She liked the immaterial shape of water, which changed constantly, but remained always of the same nature.
She liked the sound of words and she tried to grasp their meaning, she was glad to discover that there were words which merely defined a concrete object and were not subjected to the risk of misunderstanding and didn’t need explanation.
She called them “The good little soldiers” because they were a category of necessary words, but they were simple, unpretentious in their role, nevertheless important for the common exchanges of information based on language.
Then she found out that there were other categories of words, which can be used to express immaterial things, sensations, feelings, abstract concepts and they had a little blurred borders and were harder to identify and to use properly, but when one could master them, at least a little, then they opened all a different larger field to explore.
The little girl called that category of words “The architects of thoughts”.
She collected new words, which she tried hard to posses completely, knowing that the only way to possess a word is to understand it in all its nuances.
She was a little puzzled about a word which had a nice sound “Innocence”.
She had understood quite easily that being innocent meant to not be guilty, that is to not have done a certain action, usually a bad action, even though one might be accused for that.
But she perceived another connotation for that word, since she had heard people using it mostly speaking of children, sometimes even of animals (that made her quite surprised and made her think over).
She came to the deduction that being innocent didn’t mean only to not be guilty of an action, but also to have not the concept of bad action either, in a way a lack of voluntary bad intention.
And she was really very intrigued, because as a child she knew that in general children were aware of the concept of evil and they were also aware of its effects.
She wondered why adults thought that the word “innocence” in one of its nuances were so suitable for children.
She thought over about of that, she liked to think over about concepts.
She thought that innocence could be perhaps an equivalent of ignorance.
She didn’t want to be ignorant, but she didn’t want to be guilty either.
She thought there must be a compromise.
That day she started growing up.