We’re made for heaven. This is our real aim, no less than eternity. We are immortals walking through time, incarnate souls strolling across the earthly stage. For far too many people, unfulfillment, disappointment and misery are had here not in failing to reach expectations beyond their reach, but rather in settling time and again for minimum goals set by sensual cravings.
Mired in the pig pen when the gate is open and trail blazed for a grand adventure elsewhere.
“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what it is meant by the offer of a holiday at the see. We are far too easily pleased.”
– C. S. Lewis +1963
