Lofty thoughts and language on a Thursday morning.

The world is asleep.  Some of us have been awakened but even still, we fight with half-closed eyes in this dream world full of living dead.

It's like The Matrix.

It's like.... Narnia.

It's like the real, unreal thing that this reality is--life.  But a pseudo life without the Truth.  A plodding of the Asleep through moment after moment of a grudging and resigned acceptance of nothing better.

Sometimes they are closer to being awake in their dreams than than they are with their open eyes.  The stirring to believe the dream of something better, that inward soul-cry of "I was not meant for this!", has been squelched.  It hurts too much to hope.  It's too painful to consider that indeed we are not meant for this, to entertain the beliefs that pain is an abomination, loss an affront, and fear the repercussion of a debilitating disease.

The squelching begins in childhood almost as soon as the questioning.  Children are always more awake but the world and its small-minded ruler deny them their better dreams and they put away their childish wisdom.  There's no Aslan, no Neo, no The One, no Something Better, only this life and sometimes the grief of hoping without real conviction. 

The trouble is, like my someday friend Mr. Lewis said, that the dreams and desires and hopes that can't be satisfied in or by this world are proof that we were not made for this world.  There is something better.  There is hope.  Pain, suffering, loss, and fear bewilder and offend us because we were not made to accept them.  We rebel against injustice because we were made by Righteousness.  We detest oppression because we were created for freedom. 

Even the awake ones, like me, have to remember this.  This life is reality, yes, but only to the extent that we can see the Ultimate Real in it.  If you can't, even after you have been awakened, then watch out!  You are succumbing again to the lullabies of this lying world.  Remember that those most precious, terrifying feelings of hope that a great, healing adventure exists are preludes to the day when the Awakened will hear the words of the Lion  "The dream is ended: this is the morning."