One of my favorite plays is “Harvey” by Mary Chase. I’ve seen it stage, on TV and in movie. It is a delight in any medium, more than a delight; it is a challenge, a challenge to our unimaginative, prosaic, living ruts. You may recall that this play is about Elwood P. Dowd, an eccentric, drinking man whose closest friend was an enormous rabbit called Harvey (who was unseen for the most part by anyone but Elwood.) In fact, because Harvey was unseen, yet so real to Elwood, his family hired Dr. Chumley, a psychiatrist, to cure Elwood and rid the family of Harvey’s embarrassing presence.

Being a good psychiatrist, and therefore open, Dr. Chumley had a spectacular conversion. Now I don’t mean a Christian conversion, but a conversion nonetheless. In one scene, Dr. Chumley says, “Fly-specks. I’ve…