For Tuesday, February 6th, 2024
Amen to that. To lose the wonder and delight of childhood is a great loss, indeed.
This is wonderful
I like a person who's comfortable in their own skin.
To leave childhood as our fictional forbears were hurled from Paradise is to realize for the first time how many you have trusted have lied to you for their own pathology. I hit that shoal around the age of 20, and for the next few years I sampled authors and philosophers, hoping that something would strike me as indisputably true. I read Lewis on his religion as well as Suzuki and Krishnamurti on Buddhism, which better appealed to me, so much so that I became a chanting Buddhist for a couple of years. Eventually, I realized that every advocate for every philosophy was unfortunately biased in his or her own favor, and any fervor they inspired came ultimately from their talent for arranging words brilliantly, as Lewis did.