Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than minority of them — never become conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?

C. S. Lewis (1898-1963) English writer, literary scholar, lay theologian [Clive Staples Lewis]

A Grief Observed, ch. 4 (1960)