What is it that you can imagine, put into one tidy little blue bottle, that will send you on a venture with years of searching? Is it the future? Or how about he past? Something from your childhood? A tree you climbed? And is it really different depending on the person who finds it? Or is it simply the very search for the bottle, and nothing else?
Here is a tale of what is happiness. But the story is also far more than just finding happiness. It is somewhat of an alarming piece, where Bradbury brings forth onto the stage some understanding of the significance of God, of belief, and the utter simplicity of death.
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