Tuesday, April 3, 2012

carved indelibly

I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away
John Paul II, in Memory and Identity, writes that our celebration of the paschal mystery is a participation in Mary's memory. "His mother treasured all these things in her heart." (Lk 2:51)
In Out of the Silent Planet, one of the hrossa, Hyoi, tells our hero, Ransom: "You are speaking, Hmân, as if the pleasure were on thing and the memory another. It is all one thing." Memory is an essential part of any experience.

"Pretty sad if you went through your whole four years finding out what things are made of, and not what they are."

"Please Aslan," asked Lucy, "what do you call soon?"
"I call all times soon"


"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
--Velveteen Rabbit

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