”There was a real railway accident,” said Aslan softly. “Your father and mother and all of you are — as you used to call it in the Shadow-Lands — dead. The term is over; the holidays have begun. The dream is ended; this is the morning.”
And as he spoke he no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. . . . And we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world . . . had only been the cover and title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read, which goes on forever, in which every chapter is better than the one before.”
This passage is from “The Last Battle,” one of my favorite books from the Chronicles of Narnia as written by C.S. Lewis. What can be more appropriate than starting this blog about this pilgrimage with a post on its destination? The absolute beauty of that destination and its profound meaning is expressed so perfectly by Lewis that it gives me goosebumps every time I read it. Read it, ponder it, let it sink in. This is what this journey is ultimately all about.