C. S. Lewis on the Search for Meaning

In his 1980 book titled The Weight of Glory, C. S. Lewis writes,

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself, they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have not visited.

C. S. Lewis

Think about that. For me, it speaks about The Creator, The One that His creations should lead us and worship to.

It is about God, The One in which meaning of our lives is found.