"What would it be to taste at the fountainhead that stream of which even these lower reaches prove so intoxicating? ...Meanwhile, the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning." -C.S. Lewis
Friday, September 23, 2005
I've sometimes felt comfort in the thought that I can leave behind a written record of myself for my children, grandchildren, etc. all the way down through centuries. But even written words are temporary and elusive.