"We may give our
human loves the unconditional allegiance which we owe only to God. Then they
become gods: then they become demons. Then they will destroy us, and also
destroy themselves. For natural loves that are allowed to become gods do not
remain loves. They are still called so, but can become in fact complicated
forms of hatred."
This quote from Lewis in The Four Loves, made me think about Orual in Till We Have Faces and the type of love she experienced. I think
what Lewis is getting at, is that if we allow our good intentions of love, our
natural loves, to become possessive, they can ultimately develop into forms of
hatred. Orual's love for Psyche, in Lewis's eyes would be described as a
need-love. Orual believed there was nothing good that could come from the gods. She couldn't comprehend the gods and their longing for Psyche and thus
become so frustrated and consumed with hatred for them. She wanted to save
Psyche from her madness. All she could reason was that some vile person
kidnapped her and trapped her in the valley, where she lived in rags. Sometimes
the best kind of love, as Dr. Redick mentioned, is to give someone their space,
instead of forcing them to believe what you cannot see.
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