Most important is being in the world, understanding that we exist, feeling the miraculousness of existence. In this are we truly God’s children. On the swing, in the park playground, a child delights in the thrill of the movement, of the speed, the rush of air, the height. She does not think of forces, of arcs and tangents, of gravity or centrifugal force, but feels the wind in her hair, the amazing view from up there, the delight in having her daddy and mommy push her up, up, up.
