something random

hey,

so i was checkin' my bud, dale's blog and he got this from some other guys blog (it's the grapevine of blogging) and thought i'd participate. unfortunately, i think it may just appear that i violated #4's rule...but seriously, cs lewis WAS the closes book...other than my bible.

1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog, along with these instructions.

5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest!

anyways, i thought it would be fun to see where this leads. when i flipped to page 123 the 5th sentense was the last sentense on the page so i just wrote out the preceding 4 sentenses. So the book is called "a year with CS Lewis". it's got excerpts from all of his books. this one in particular is from his book "the problem with pain".

"There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw - but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of - something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat's side?"

good thoughts. thanks mr. lewis.

cort