Now, Jan couldn’t do it, and yet she knows this principle. But she’s an adult now. We become adulterated as we grow in this world. The little child could actually believe that that power in his hand was all his Imagination: “It’ll do it.” And Jan told me over the telephone, because she’s working and can’t come here now, that the little boy only put his hand on it and swore that here would come a picture; and the picture came to Jan’s amazement but not to the boy’s. He sat there and looked at it and Jan sat there bewildered, the one who has the thing now to go to Egypt.1108 ¶33