To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl’d clouds
Shakespeare, The Tempest
The Ditch is a place where boys’ minds leave behind Minecraft and other online brain jambles, where one finds weapons in blades of grass, tools are made from tree bark, alliances formed with bugs and other crawling things and where just by running fast enough and extending one’s arms one can soar. One’s mind must be nimble as roles and gambits change quickly and this moment can make the previous moment ancient. Bridges are built, then the strongest elements removed so grown ups cannot cross from the evil side to the good and only the lightest of souls can go from here to there as quickly as the times demand.