C. S. Lewis' honest emotionalism in A Grief Observed disarms me...scares me...breaks me...and yet, I feel more free. I feel less alone. He, of all people, able to give in to his emotions like that makes me feel less crazy, and more human. One minute he knows God's truth, and the next his emotions deceive him of that truth. That's the battle isn't it? Logic verses Emotionalism. What a war. And we are not only the soldiers, but the battlefield. It's bloody awful being sentient sometimes. It's a bloody mess in here. Literally.
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