“You were not – or so it seemed – telling me that “Nature,” or “the beauties of Nature,” manifest the glory. No such abstraction as “Nature” comes into it. I was learning the far more secret doctrine that pleasures are shafts of the glory as it strikes our sensibility. As it impinges on our will or understanding, we give it different names – goodness or truth or the like. But its flash upon our senses and mood is pleasure.”
―C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer, pg. 89
