by David » September 30th, 2006, 2:24 am
Lewis had some deep friendship in his life. His poem, "On the Death of Charles Williams," has these lines. After he talks about how animals can make friends and be with others of their species without problems, he then says
Not so is man, who in his creatures find
(Hard fate) discordent souls and alien minds.
To him, though searching hard, will scarce be shown
One soul within a thousand like his own.
Or if, at last relenting, fate shall send,
In answer to his prayer, the authentic friend,
then he goes on to say the friend will die "and leave behind a loss that time cannot allay."
What Lewis calls "the authentic friend" is a rarity for most people. I know it has been for me.
The way, the weather, the terrain, the discipline, the leadership. --Sun Tzu