Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Looking for Light

Easter morning sunrise @ The Opera House

How can i change the world..
if i can't even change myself?

Why do i long for something that i haven't known before?
Why do i have memories of things not yet come to past?
..and if all my questions were answered, would i be satisfied at last?

"These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."

- C. S. Lewis, 'The Weight of Glory'
Another random post by Grace Tham at 2:58 am
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