Field of Dreams

My favorite scene of any movie is when James Earl Jones is invited by a team of baseball players to pass on to the next world. He walks from the "field of dreams" into a field of unharvested crop, holding out his hand. I am not sure if his hand is held out in caution, as one entering an unknown place, or in anticipation that someone will take hold of it, and guide him through his passage. As his fingers brush the golden crops, he begins to smile and giggle like a child, like my children. He looks forward and back, forward, around the long stalks, and finally through, laughing and laughing...