“Do I hope that if feeling disguises itself as thought I shall feel less? Aren’t all these notes the senseless writhings of a man who won’t accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?”
- C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed, p. 33, quoted by the exceptional Enormous Air; see also his posted excerpts concerning the limitations of mind and evading reality. Is this an indictment of intellectualism? Do we abstract ourselves from subjects of analysis in order to “disguise” feelings as thoughts? (via mills)
