φιλομειδής, the Laughter-Loving

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Guillaume Seignac, Venus and Cupid

I seem to remember a story—perhaps in one of Alan Watts's books?—in which some English poet or other was asked, "What is heaven?" He got up from his chair, crossed to the window, opened the curtain, and gestured to the children playing in the field across the street. "That," he said, "that is heaven." I wish I could locate the reference today.