The post I just wrote reminded me of this quote by C. S. Lewis, from Till We Have Faces:
"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing...to find the place where all the beauty came from."
“Thou takest the pen – and the lines dance. Thou takest the flute – and the notes shimmer.
Thou takest the brush – and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond where Thou art.
How, then, can I hold anything back from Thee.”
— Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
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