Narnia will always be my home
I just finished re-reading the Chronicles of Narnia series for the 11th time in my life And like every other time I’ve read them I’ve just been so touched. They’re so perfect, the characters are brilliant, the world is somewhere I’ve always wanted to go. The Last Battle especially always gets to me, the clear allegory of Heaven and Earth at the end of time is so inspiring, I can’t wait to get to Heaven to experience that, to get away from the pains of the world. I mean I’ve talked about it a lot but my family life kinda sucks a lot right now. That’s why I read so much fantasy, to get out of this world, plus the fantasy world is always more exciting. Hence my obsessions with Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings and Doctor Who.
I mean, even without my life situation, how could you not get excited by these stories? And with quotes like these!
“You will go to your death, then,” said Jewel.
”Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death?” said the King. “That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.”
”I know,” said Jewel. “Or as if you drank water and it were dry water.”
“In our world too, a Stable once had something inside it that was bigger than our whole world.”
“It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking-glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time there were somehow different — deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know.
The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I can’t describe it any better than that: if ever you get there you will know what I mean.
It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed, and then he cried:
”I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that is sometimes looked a little like this. Bree-hee-hee! Come further up, come further in!”
“The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.”
And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at least they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.”