"It is a serious thing," says Lewis, "to live in a society of possible
gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to
may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to
worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a
nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of
these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the
awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with
one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no 'ordinary'
people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations --
these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals
whome we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit -- immortal horrors or everlasting
splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our
merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists
between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously -- no flippancy, no
superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep
feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner -- no mere tolerance or
indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment."
--C. S. Lewis, From The Weight of Glory.

Contributed by 'John B. Smith' <htrails@solve.net>
10/14/99