It is the reduction of reality to the infinitely small space of the ego’s concerns and preoccupations. Lewis is illustrating here the Augustinian principle that sin is the state of being incurvatus in se (curved in around oneself). All of Hell, which seemed so immense to the narrator, would fit into a practically microscopic space in Heaven. However, when the narrator, in dialogue with a heavenly spirit, wonders where precisely Hell is in relation to the heavenly realm, the spirit bends down, pulls a single blade of grass and uses its tip to indicate a tiny, barely perceptible, fissure in the ground.

Further, when the bus travels from Hell to Heaven, it seems to go far up into the air and to cover an enormous distance. This immensity is due to the fact that the citizens of that awful place just want to get as far away from one another as possible. Lewis’s narrator tells us that the streets and residences of Hell stretch out so far that it requires centuries of travel to get from one end of the city to the other. The first has to do with the paradox of the grandeur and nothingness of Hell. I would like to rehearse a number of motifs from this story that struck me as being of particular spiritual significance. Lewis was that rare sort of genius, able to combine high theological insight with vivid imagination, and it is precisely this coming-together that makes his writing so memorable. In that enchanted place, the ghosts meet a number of denizens from the heavenly world, who attempt to lure the poor souls out of their misery.

So Lewis’ narrator leaves the dreary streets of the underworld and, with a coterie of other ghosts, journeys by flying bus to a lovely land that he comes to realize is the forecourt of Heaven. The inspiration for this theological fantasy is the medieval idea of the refrigerium, the refreshment or vacation from Hell granted to some of the souls abiding there. Just recently, I followed, with rapt attention, a book that I had read many years ago but which I had, I confess, largely forgotten: C.S. To make the long trips a bit easier, I have gotten back into the habit of listening to audio books. In my capacity as regional bishop of the Santa Barbara pastoral region, which covers two entire counties north of Los Angeles, I am obliged to spend a good deal of time in the car.

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