Guest post from C. S. Lewis, Christian Platonist


"These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire: but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never visited."

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Eric McCarty said…
“I will tell you how I am able to bear it, Diamond: I am always hearing, through every noise…the sound of a far-off song. I do not exactly know where it is or what it means; and I don’t hear much of it, only the odour of its music . . . but what I do hear, is quite enough . . . Somehow, I can’t say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.”

- from "At The Back Of The North Wind" by George MacDonald (Lewis's master).
5 June 2015 at 12:50
Robin Parry said…
Thanks Eric,

that is fabulous

Robin
5 June 2015 at 13:39
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