What does it say when the most popular course at one of the world's most prestigious universities is a psychology course on the good life? Can happiness be learned? Or should modern notions of happiness be *un*learned?
As man continues his diligent work in re-writing his own nature, he continues further into dark, unknown territory. Already he has made it clear that he despises the natural world itself, as he no longer depends on it for any other reason than to mine the raw natural resources necessary to develop and enable his unnatural desires – steel for cars, precious metals for the microchips in his personal devices, and food that only goes half eaten.
Trapped amid the woods with guile They've led her bound in fetters vile To death, a deadlier sorceress Than any born for earth's distress Since first the winner of the fleece Bore home the Colchian witch to Greece- Seven months with snare and gin They've sought the maid o'erwise within The forest's labyrinthine shade. The … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: Halloween
Open the gates for me, Open the gates of the peaceful castle, rosy in the West, In the sweet dim Isle of Apples over the wide sea’s breast, Open the gates for me! Sorely pressed have I been And driven and hurt beyond bearing this summer day, But the heat and the pain together suddenly … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: Death in Battle
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: After the Ruin Falls
It is well that there are palaces of peace And discipline and dreaming and desire, Lest we forget our heritage and cease The Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire: Lest we forget that we were born divine, Now tangled in red battle’s animal net, Murder the work and lust the anodyne, Pains of the beast ‘gainst … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: Oxford
After the fret and failure of this day, And weariness of thought, O Mother Night, Come with soft kiss to soothe our care away And all our little tumults set to right; Most pitiful of all death’s kindred fair, Riding above us through the curtained air On thy dusk car, thou scatterest to the earth … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: Night