When I was a child I sat an exam. The test was so simple There was no way I could fail. Q1. Describe the taste of the moon. It tastes like Creation I wrote, it has the flavour of starlight. Q2. What colour is Love? Love is the colour of the water a man lost in the desert finds, I wrote. Q3. Why do snowflakes melt? I wrote, they melt because they fall onto the warm tongue of God. There were other questions. They were as simple. I described the grief of Adam when he was expelled from Eden. I wrote down the exact weight of an elephant's dream. Yet today, many years later, For my living I sweep the streets or clean out the toilets of the fat hotels. Why? Because I constantly failed my exams. Why? Well, let me set a test. Q1. How large is a child's imagination? Q2. How shallow is the soul of the Minister for Exams?