Monday, November 12, 2012

Sound of November

This blog is all about stories, and to make it well-rounded, I'd like to share with you more stories, but in another way. Every month, I'd like to bring you a three-dimensional experience: Sight, in the form of eager words. Touch, in the form of pitted pages. And now, Sound, a story in itself, yet perfectly complimenting romping characters and spreading expanses when they appear, furthering the mind's dream. Boasting of many forms, these Sounds will delight the imagination and capture you in their mystery. A mosaic, if you will, simply adorning the writing, which adorns Someone much greater.

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located
will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. 

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 worshippers.

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

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