From That Hideous Strength:
To those high creatures whose activity builds what we call nature, nothing is "natural." From their station the essential arbitrariness (so to call it) of every actual creation is ceaselessly visible; for them there are no basic assumptions: all springs with the wilful beauty of a jest or a tune from that miraculous moment of self-limitation wherein the Infinite, rejecting a myriad possibilities, throws out of himself the positive and elected invention.
hey, i just realized that you're writing here again. yea!!
Thanks Mama! It's good to be back. And interesting that He had me on hiatus.
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