Once upon a time, there lived a boy. A boy with a great big dream. An extravagant dream some might say, and indeed, sometimes, one or two, most certainly did. Yet, for a time, his young life and his big dream marched together in easy harmony. Without a care in the world. Unworried, untroubled and devil-me-care.
At night, the boy would slip into his pyjamas and happily close his eyes. Soon, he’d start tumbling gently into his extravagant dream. Once safely arrived, he’d pick up his paint-brush and carefully examine his canvas. He’d smile, amazed at both the emerging picture and also of where he’d chosen to apply the last brush-stroke on the canvas the night before. It was almost always in exactly the right spot and as a result the boy always knew where to go next when applying the next new swish of paint.