Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Thanks, Clive Staples.

the high country.

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things - the beauty, the memory of our 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 not visited.

Clive Staples Lewis, The Weight of Glory.

from Words and Phrases

When I hear the phrase "the high country", and think of our ache and nostalgia for "a country we have not visited", I think of this scene....a far green country and a swift sunrise.

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