Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament....There you will find romance, glory, honor, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth, and more than that: death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, that every man's heart desires

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.

A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!

The Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story — and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy which produces tears because it is qualitatively so like sorrow, because it comes from those places where Joy and Sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in Love.