The Silver Chair

Finished The Silver Chair. Delightful. I like the bit where the Witch, Lady of the Green Kirtle, Queen of the Underland, tries with her magic to convince Jill, Eustace, Prince Rilian and Puddleglum that there are no such things as an Overland, Narnia, the sky, the sun or Aslan. To which Puddleglum responds:

Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies making a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. 

Me, too. The Mountain of Aslan sounds pretty good to me.

If people like the Queen of the Underland and Richard Dawkins are right, when we die—nothing, oblivion—and I could have lived to please myself, instead I "wasted" some me time worshipping God and blessing a few other people. If they are wrong? Heaven or hell. We're all betting our lives on which belief system is true.