The child stares around himself at the adults all frozen into place.They all seem to be going about their daily business, but stand stock still all around him, not noticing, frozen in action. Day in and day out, as the child walks among them, they are unchanging Parmenidean monuments. Each, in growing, has completely lost their freedom of movement.
Day in and day out, they pass the child, scarcely noticing him. What a shame, they think, that this child is frozen into place, never to grow up.
"there's two doors to choose, but only one bears your name"