Tonight the sun sets on 2012. This blog has been quiet for a while, perhaps for good reason. It has been a time of breathing in, of quieting the mind, or in all honesty, just the mere attempt to do so. Other times have been a mere running away from the Hound of Heaven, who thankfully still nips at my heels and will easily overtake me.
How wonderful to end the year by finally completing Lewis’s Space Trilogy. The order read was unorthodox: That Hideous Strength (meant to be the last in the trilogy) then Out of the Silent Planet, then Perelandra. Yet I’m glad I got to Perelandra last, indeed even finishing the book tonight, as the final pages hold a wonderful meditation on endings and beginnings:
“And what after this, Tor-Oyarsa?” said Malacandra.
“Then it is Maleldil’s purpose to make us free of Deep Heaven. Our bodies will be changed, but not all changed. We shall be as the eldila, but not all as eldila. And so will all our sons and daughters be changed in the time of this ripeness until the number is made up which Maleldil read His Father’s mind before times flowed.”
“And that,” said Ransom, “will be the end?”
Tor the King stared at him.
“The end?” he said. “Who spoke of an end?”
“The end of your world, I mean,” said Ransom.
“Splendour of Heaven!” said Tor. “Your thoughts are unlike ours. About that time we shall be not far from the beginning of all things.”
Most of this conversation takes place on Perelandra, or Venus. Ransom is the only “earthling.” Even given the sights of this amazing world, and what he has endured (read the book!), he still falls back on an ignorance of Time, or as in the next couple pages Tor says “talk[ing] of evenings before the day has dawned.”
I still have pages yet to read until the clock strikes twelve. So I’ll leave you with a link to a poem by Malcolm Guite from his book Sound the Seasons, “Ringing in the New Year.” I wish you peace and goodwill in the New Year.