There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Nobody sees Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.
Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there s a veil covering the unseen world, which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond. It is all real. Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. Thank God he lives, and lives forever.