Here is an excerpt from Stanley's writings which conveys something of the significance he attached to the links ('reflections') between his two lives. He is recollecting the childhood games he and his brothers enjoyed at home in Fernlea :

But there is no game like [blowing] bubbles. Some are tennis-ball size, some are teams of little ones. They career off suddenly, bolting round the corner, darting back, and then away until they become too much the grey of the sky to see. The tennis-size pauses and waits in the wind, and then up by the ivy'd larder it slides, irridescent, yielding viridiently (sic), and blushing and colouring. Slowly and nicely [neatly] it pops over the woodshed. It must have passed the door and dropped in the grass. But no! there it is, very low. The flowers, the foliage and the grass are one with it. A tense moment. Then it is gone, ceased to be, gone to God, leaving a drop of soapy water on the grass. It just went to its union with peace, a sense of eternity.

In other words, in Stanley's
imagination, a 'down-to-earth' factual event (a blown bubble), once perceived as integral to its setting (one with the flowers, the foliage and the grass), becomes an entity, and does not cease to be when it changes its form (into a drop of soapy water on the grass), but endures forever (in union with peace, a sense of eternity) in a conceptually metaphysical form (gone to God), to become a pulse in the Eternal Mind as his friend and admirer the poet Rupert Brooke put it in another context.

It is also noteworthy that to raise a generic description of bubble-blowing, Stanley selected a
specific recollection of a personal incident which took place for him in an actual location (the backyard of Fernlea, up by the ivy'd larder...over the woodshed.

The concept in this instance relates to a gentle, homely example. But we shall go on to find Stanley applying the same procedure to all his creative thinking. Its significance in his art cannot be over-emphasised.