It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can 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 the other of these destinations. . . . 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 whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
C. S. Lewis quoted in Peter Kreeft’s Heaven: The Heart’s Deepest Longing
I’ve been slowing nibbling at this book. It’s the one I pick up when I’m between books. Sometimes I feel vaguely guilty for that; but I think perhaps thats about the rate I need to read it to properly absorb and contemplate what Kreeft is saying. Perhaps it’s good that I’m not doing my usual gulping and gobbling. Anyway, this passage from Lewis is one of my favorites and I thought I’d share.