As children, we all live in a world of imagination, of fantasy, and for some of us that world of make-believe continues into adulthood. Jim Henson I grew up on a steady diet of movies, books, theater, and art. Television was mostly limited to Saturday morning cartoons, Sesame Street, Fraggle Rock, and The Muppet Show. There was never a question in my childhood about whether magic existed—it was (and still is) an undeniable truth. I rode dragons in Pern, stepped through wardrobes into Narnia, herded the Red Bull into the sea, and embarked on road trips with frogs, bears, and chickens. I swooned over David Bowie in Labyrinth and Westley in The Princess Bride. For better or worse, I was gifted (or perhaps cursed) with an overzealous imagination. My mind’s eye conjures breathtaking wonders, but it is equally adept at envisioning demons. On our boat, Waponi Woo, our tagline was:…