Post #4026619

2026-07-23 04:17 UTC

Painful things tend to take up a disproportionate amount of one's time. Now that the Past seems a bit less painful to contemplate it's time to sort out what's important from it, what past matters require the most attention...what ghosts haunt us the worst. Hence I must describe one particular ghost as I tend to imagine him. He was caught one day in a wardrobe doing indecorous things with fur coats (real fur, unfortunately, I don't know where he got those and that matter requires inquiry) but I can understand his excitement to a point. Worryingly he was also clad in a lion-skin...also apparently real. Oh dear. (cont'd)

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@mxchara@seattle.pink 2026-07-23 04:23

Anyway this fellow, whom I will simply call Jack X for now (I can't call him simply "Jack" because that's the name of our adorable Assassin friend who always craves sweets) immediately ran off to the Grey Town, which some of you might remember as a location from #CSLewis and The Great Divorce, in which Lewis does a number of perplexing things such as write himself in twice, giving his name to one half and sending the other galloping off to 'Heaven' on a steed made from the unnamed fellow's sins. That's right. Clive Staples Lewis wrote himself getting saved...saved, you understand, SAVED in the sense understood by Protestant #Christian fanatics (and others). Everyone knows the drill. They act as if they'd already gone to Heaven and their body just needs a few decades to catch up with their minds. (cont'd)

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