feelings and feelings and feelings let me try thinking instead

CS Lewis

come what can do we gain by evasions? we are under the harrow and can't escape. reality, looked at steadily is unbearable. and how or why did such a reality blossom (or fester) here and there into the terrible phenomenon called consciousness? and why did it produce things like us what can see it and seeing it recoil in loathing? who (stranger still) want to see it and take pains to find it out, even when no need compels them and even thought the sight of it makes an incurable ulcer in their hearts? people like _ who would have truth at any price.

ps. am really thankful for melis. and to be on her page. long been older than her age in all the best ways. why has space an time kept us from proximity?