“evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031789)

So it's not "the flaky euphoria of the 20th century" as Walker Percy said; it's something pure and fundamental to eternal life - the Heavenly fulfillment of our deepest desires, in Peter Kreeft's words: pure hearth and home; pure adventure to the stars: and beyond...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036387)

- Peter Kreeft

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031452)

(No "Hottentots" dressed up as Europeans need apply, Lewis reminds us - for he, like his friend and friendly rival Tolkien, was a Gondorian Supremacist, highly "Tashlan"-phobic...)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031567)

In Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, Lewis portrays the main character who has FINALLY made it through the grueling marathon, as humbly bowing down before the (no longer elusive - that is, always hiding in adjacent dimensions to our Earthly womb) divinity in her presence...

...and even though she has now understood that there was a light at the end of the tunnel all along (some tunnels are just longer than others), she is still demoralized by her lifetime of feeling unattractive, unlikable, and disconnected from those around her - and this shame has led her to wear a veil over her face for the majority of her life.

She spent her life angry with the gods for their apparent disregard for Earthly problems (feeling like the gates of Heaven are permanently locked to mortal men, and fallen mankind has been abandoned - these were major themes of pre-Christian pagan times, we forget): but she has finally understood the profound wisdom of humble obedience.

And so, after coming out into a serene pastoral clearing at the end of the Earthly tunnel, she earnestly and meekly bows before glorious and blindingly beautiful divinity - all while still feeling profoundly terrible and depressed about her condition in the grand scheme of things. But then suddenly she notices that her face in the gently rippling water is no longer what she remembered it being: she has been transformed to reflect her Logos-serving soul...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45035546)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031570)

Also, man did I have a huge crush on Trinity when I saw this movie as a young golden retriever...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031574)

Do you recommend the entire Matrix trilogy? I've only ever seen the first one.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031576)

To a place where blind men see

Can you take me higher?

To a place with golden streets

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45031770)

she can laugh at the days to come.

26 She speaks with wisdom,

and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

27 She watches over the affairs of her household

and does not eat the bread of idleness.

28 Her children arise and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her:

29 “Many women do noble things,

but you surpass them all.”

30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;

but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,

and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036298)

Johnny Cash's mystical coyote as Homer Simpson's spirit animal, except it's a golden retriever politely whispering "Open Your Eyes," as your eyes open to the post-credits scene of Vanilla Sky, the end of the story...

...or wait a minute, as Mel Gibson rhetorically asked a shapeshifting demon known as "Stephen Colbert," many moons ago - What if your (((people))) are wrong (impossible! not expert approved!): and it's actually the beginning...?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036212)

Will you introduce me to all of your favorite East Asian cultural artifacts in Heaven?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036239)

An earnest truth-seeking poaster after God's own heart, tp!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036265)

One of Chesterton’s best, 8 detective stories starring the amateur leisure class / self-deprecating blue blood detective Horne Fisher, which present GKC’s traditional Catholic worldview - God, family, country - in a highly entertaining way, circa 1922:

Discussing cherished ancestral traditions, authentic patriotism (“little Englanders” with no interest in Empire), foreign and Jewish control of parliament, the eternal tactic of using foreign labor and mercenaries to undercut domestic workers, the inherently anti-elitist and pro-populist nature of Christianity, the moral need to give the common man land of his own, treasonous nobles and scheming wannabe aristocrats who stole the people’s land during the Reformation with the dissolution of the monasteries, endless Chestertonian good-natured gallows humor, and much more!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45035573)

"First published in 1922 and filled with evocative portraits of pre–World War I society, these eight stories from the creator of the Father Brown mysteries recount the adventures of Horne Fisher, a socialite who uses his immense knowledge and powerful deductive gifts to investigate crimes committed on the sprawling country estates of the aristocracy—crimes that must, alas, go largely unpunished due to the greater harm that justice would unleash."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45037167)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fk1Q9y6VVy0

A very exciting and sometimes harrowing first-person drive, dodging Mario Kart banana peels and sometimes semi-foreseeable hazards of various kinds, through the early morning... and finally, the reunion beyond the walls of the world (that is, the walls of the womb!):

"And once again, after who knows what aeons of the silence and dark, the birds will sing and the waters flow, and lights and shadows move across the hills, and the faces of our friends laugh upon us with amazed recognition."

- Clive Staples "Sheepdog" Lewis

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5174867&forum_id=2#45036283)