The story is simple. He & She meet like all others meet. But something different occurs. Her scent incites something within Him. His scent incites something within Her. And the two respond adequately with some sense of struggle, but, with undefeatable success, the two become one.
The eternal tale of love outlives the first He & She that ever enacted it. This is the last remaining tale of the ancient ways of that Garden, which we still unconsciously long to dwell in. Love is the last bit of ancient magic that still remains; the same magic that broke the stone table and brought Aslan back to life.
The ancient ways interrupt the modern days. The Lord walks around spewing riddles we once knew how to solve: I require mercy, not sacrifice.
Mercy. ἔλεος.
What is mercy?
Sacrifice. Θυσία.
What is sacrifice?
Why do we demand Θυσία over ἔλεος?
Why are we no longer enraptured by love?
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