Oh, innocence I’ve left behind, I still want to preserve you from afar! Not by reliving, but by restricting general access—the adult day as I normally live it doesn’t need to trample you. For the sake of retaining intrinsically meaningful escapes, work to conserve national parks of innocence somewhere remote within you! Maintain strict regulations—no new experiential construction should be allowed. As much as possible, may it be that the soul’s ecosystem remains untouched by late-coming, knowing hands!
The killing innocence industry is the American pastime of the 21st century. Every holy rite ritually blemished by degenerate, ideological foot soldiers! Woe to you who does not place life’s grandest ideals on shelves above our children’s reach! Let me add: may I also be so blessed that some (dusty) ideal, despite my persistent growth, always exists on a shelf just above my reach!
That being said, of course, I want to live and love beyond ideal abstraction, pouring cement into shapes and casings methodically made! All the same, every physical dwelling calculates its property value through proximity to some transcendent principle. And our best real (real!) estate is situated close to protected, innocent lands, where important but long-forgotten memories, like wildlife, appear from time to time (and are always remarked upon when they do).