Snowed in last evening, it was perfect for some quiet reading. And has happened occasionally before, there was unexpected insight to be had. Speaking of community and the reality that we come to it not by intending to “commune” was this:
“C.S. Lewis described the love of friendship itself as dependent on that kind of dynamic. Friendship, he said, is not mere companionship - doing the same thing together - but it starts out that way: “Friendship must be about something, even if it were only an enthusiasm for dominoes or white mice.” He continued,
“The Companionship was between people who were doing something together - hunting, studying, painting, or what you will. The Friends will still be doing something together, but something more inward, less widely shared and less easily defined; still hunters, but of some immaterial quarry; still collaborating, but in some work the world does not, or not yet, take account of; still traveling companions but on a different kind of journey.”
Yes. Yes, indeed.
