“… but the things I do are unprecedented things. This round road I am treading is an untrodden path. I do believe in breaking out; I am a revolutionist. But don’t you see that all these real leaps and destructions and escapes are only attempts to get back to Eden — to something we have had, to something at least we have heard of? Don’t you see one only breaks the fence or shoots the moon in order to get home?”
“I mean,” he said with increasing vehemence, “that if there be a house for me in heaven it will either have a green lamp-post and a hedge, or something quite as positive and personal as a green lamp-post and a hedge. I mean that God bade me love one spot and serve it, and do all things however wild in praise of it, so that this one spot might be a witness against all the infinities and the sophistries, that Paradise is somewhere and not anywhere, is something and not anything. And I would not be so very much surprised if the house in heaven had a real green lamp-post after all.”
— Manalive, G.K. Chesterton
and so my book-friend is come back, having made many new friends on its adventures since april. i am glad, for i had begun to miss it, but books filled with soul-awakening ideas should not be always kept to oneself.
and neither should the foundational soul-awakening Reality.
