inspiritus

Images on television tonight of the river Ganges flowing through northern India.
It reminded me of dreams I've had.
You know, where I talk about the light being "a lovely American light."
The dream with the Dad and Jess was one. Then there's another dream where I'm in a Greek city with temples everywhere.
I got the same sensation tonight while I was awake watching the river on television.
I understood at last.
The surge of joy at these scenes is my mind vaguely recognising something it is intended to know one day but has never yet seen.
Heaven.
I think this must have been what cracking brainbox CS Lewis was on about in Surprised By Joy.
And I thought he was nuts.