One of my rules for myself during law school is that I need to make time for outside reading so that I don’t a) forget how to read non-law books, b) so I can take a break now and then from case opinions and footnotes, and c) because I’m afraid my brain will turn into law mush. I’ve a couple of books on the queue right now. Among them:
1) My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
2) Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson
3) Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis
4) Doomsday Book by Connie Willis
A quote from ‘Till We Have Faces’:
When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for
years…you’ll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean?
How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?
This idea/theme keeps on hitting me over and over again…the idea of the central and identifying truth of one. The keystone that is not understood, but felt. But that one is not whole unless the keystone is identified and understood and felt all at once.