childlike

Companies like it when you think like a child. Not that they would like you to be immature, of course, but that your brain reaches far and wide like sprawling vines into places that are unconventional. Strange places, forbidden places: the brain of a young child wants to reach into them all, climb through every hole and weave through every garden fence. They haven't been pruned. They haven't been told that you cannot link this and this together, it doesn't make sense. There are rules to being mature. You cannot tread these grounds. Cannot assume that these webs are connected in any way. Keep quiet! Don't grab. Don't gape. Don't wonder. Put on a smooth smile, be placid like water, with the gravitas and immovability of a rock. That's what they teach you to do when you're older, and that's how they communicate - from one placid smile to another. But they secretly still reach out under the table, stealing looks at the children.