Only What A Star Is Made Of

youngestthunderbird:

sock-bread:

Reading Narnia all the way through for the first time and i came across this line in Dawn Treader. I don’t understand it but I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like crying for some reason.

This is the reason that I love Lewis and Tolkien better than a lot if modern Christian writers, boiled down to a sentence. Their philosophy, roughly put, was that any object or idea or person was more than its chemical parts, its past, or its present. They saw sciences habit of defining something only by its composition to be detrimental or even soulless, so they emphasized the older idea of meaning and spirit and symbol in everything.

A star is made of a great ball of gas, but it is light. It’s direction for the lost, a wonder in the heavens, it’s a constant in mist lifetimes. A star was the message that Jesus was born. A star is hope, sometimes even when all hope us lost. A great deal of this meaning us list when we only think of it as a ball of gas.

There’s a reason Eustace is the one to say this; he was the one who subscribed to this scientific reduction philosophy until recently, and is still unlearning it. But even more so than that, is the meaning it has for him as a symbol. Eustace is a flawed boy (and until recently a very unpleasant one at that), but he’s more than just that. He is The Repentant, the example of Grace, and he’s working to better himself. He’s not just his past, he is a symbol of hope in his own right, for even the most wretched can change.

lliyin:

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

lliyin:

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

gecelerkadarguzelsin:

virginiewoolf:

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

she-is-amused:

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.

- C.S. Lewis