Once upon a time there was a little boy. He wanted the world, he wanted the moon, the stars, and the universe. He played in the mud and played in the snow. He played in the woods and the streets, he threw paper airplanes all around, landing here, there, on the roof, in trees, and even in the creeks. The little boy wondered and wondered, if, and why. Always with the questions, constantly with the questions, why, how, what, and why for?
Why for? Exactly, only wanting to know it all and understand it all. So, what did he do? Dream and dream and then dream some more...Because that's what dreams are made of.