20 June 2011

I copied an obscene amount of C.S. Lewis' book into the last entry. I was looking for one quote about spiraling after death and came upon so much more I want to remember. It is a slim volume. I will write on some of it.

"For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?"

God, this is what I am about! Emerging, repeating, circles, spirals.

"Dare I hope I am on a spiral?" If I am not content to allow myself to die after a short but decent interval, I must have this hope of spiral. There must be recovery, even if I must look forward to only a wooden leg attached to the stump.

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