I can grapple with Nietzsche and Kant, go to bed with Kafka’s diary, read Indian history in the daytime, write about medical policy in India and study two courses in subjects as far apart as hospital management and medical law simultaneously.
But faith, that legendary entity is lost to me. I catch glimpses of it in some writings. I can see it in the works of CS lewis, his stories, his essays and lectures. To me it is a dream-skill that I have always wanted to own. Peace tranquility and assurance of the most difficult questions, questions I can only bypass or find inelegant and ugly answers for.
From where stand I can barely understand how a man like Lewis, could have such faith. Perhaps a lifetime of training in sciences has stripped away my ability to feel the presence of the unsee-able.
That pristine mind was one of the best ever to have wielded a pen. His lucidity and simplicity have opened so many eyes, stimulated so many minds. But he knew something that is denied to many followers of his, like me; faith.
