Do you believe in monsters ?

Some of my friends say I should not believe in Monsters. My Daddy says, if you see it in The Sun it’s so. Please tell me the truth, are there Monsters?

Bobby, your friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical world. They do not believe except what they see, taste or touch. They think that nothing like that can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Bobby, whether they be men or boy's, are little. In this great universe of our, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his size, and it can be compared with the boundless world around him, and measured by the size of his intelligence. 

Yes, Bobby, there are Monsters beneath your bed. They exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Monsters! It would be as dreary as if there were no Bobby dreaming for that day. There would be no boyhood faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light that yearns in all young boys would be extinguished.

Not believe in Monsters! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your Daddy to hire men for you, but even then you may not see a Monster, what would that prove? Nobody sees Monsters all the time, but that is no sign that there are no Monsters. The most real things in the world are those that neither boy's nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course, but that’s no proof that there are no Monsters. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, not even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Bobby, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Monsters! Thank God they are out there, and they lives forever. A thousand years from now, Bobby, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, they will continue to make boys glad that they exist.