How strange that we cannot love time. It spoils our loveliest moments. Nothing quite comes up to expectations because of it. We alone: animals, so far as we can see, are unaware of time, untroubled. Time is their natural environment. Why do we sense that it is not ours? To be honest, Sheldon Vanauken’s A Severe Mercy was a book I had avoided for a long time. There’s a few reasons, though first and foremost is the C. S. Lewis connection: almost ever edition of the […]