been thinking about trancendence, apocalypse, real life, whatever you want to call it

The Last Battle, C.
S. Lewis “’There was a real railway accident,’
said Aslan softly. ‘Your father and mother and all of you are—as you
used to call it in the Shadow-Lands—dead. The term is over: the holidays
have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning. And as He spoke He
no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to
happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them.
And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say
that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the
beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their
adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at
last they were beginning chapter one of the Great Story, which no one on
earth has read; which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better
than the one before.’”


Lord haste that day when our faith shall be sight