When people say this we must ask them whether by Life-Force they mean something with a mind or not. If they do, then "a mind bringing life into existence and leading it to perfection" is really a God, and their view is thus identical to the Religious. If they do not, then what is the sense in saying that something without a mind "strives" or has "purpose"?
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
As I read through this I just had to read it again, and again. The fact of the matter is that this passage has The Best explanation for my reoccuring nightmares during my childhood. Although the correlation is weak and vague it provokes my forgotten nightmares from the deep crevishes of my imagination. The nightmares were only two. They were elegant in nature yet unimaginably extreme.
Imagine a white room with no apparant boundaries. Suddenly a shrouded woman dressed in ragged winter clothes carrying a large bundle of baby trees, like large dead sticks, carrying them with both arms to one side. The sticks are very long, sometimes as long as full grown tree. Everything about her dark and dirty clothing is semi-vivid, not exatly real, but detailed to the dirt and bark of the trees. You do not see her face, nor do you see her from the front, but you always always see a glimpse of her as she leaves the white room, carrying dead baby trees. Suddenly it strikes you that she is gone, you are left alone in an endless universe of clean bright whiteness, and the dream comes to an end.
Imagine a waterfall, as large and as powerful and as loud as you can imagine, like standing three feet in front of Niagra Falls. Suddenly the water stops to a halt. And like a slightly leaky faucet, a droplet is clearly seen and clearly heard. Sometimes it would be vice-versa - leaky faucet to raging water fall. And the dream comes to an end.
day and night
oil and water
good and evil
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