we are half hearted creatures,
fooling about 
with drinks and sex 
and ambition
when infinite joy is 
offered us, 
like an ignorant child who 
wants to go on 
making mud pies in a slum 
because he cannot imagine 
what is meant by the offer of a 
holiday  
at the sea.
we are far too easily 
pleased.

the weight of glory by: cs lewis