As we contemplate a third gathering for the Bridges Conference, I am delighted to provide a brief commentary on Gar Bethel's poem about a four year old friend who is an occasional charge of his. If we could begin to ground the conference in something that even approaches the wonder and awe of the world we experience through children, we would have an exciting first step onto the bridge that is before us. This is of course what those who continue to work in these fields, at once so various and wonderful yet for some slouching toward unsuspected convergences - have not lost.