I have yet to get through the Silmarillion. I always get lost somewhere around Turin Turambar. Somewhere it stops being interesting and begins to sound (to me) like a giant self-indulgent exercise — Johnny T. trying to see how much epic he can squeeze out of his myth-world.

Awesome quote. I heard R.C. Sproul make a related point recently in a radio comment about literature and art. Even when artists attempt to write or create something with intention of denying God’s existence, for instance, they are actually supporting God’s existence through the use of the creative design he has given them.

Beautiful. I never picked up the Silmarillion, though it was on my Dad’s bookshelf when I was growing up. There were other books that I picked up/put down and I read almost everything I could get my hands on. But that book just looked too imposing on the shelf.

Phisch, what specifically in Narnia were you thinking of? I don’t recall anything that applies, but my memory of the series is not stellar.

Pentamom, check your mail.

Todd, enough out of you.

It did involve singing, though! I remember in The Magician’s Nephew Diggory “accidentally” witnessing Aslan singing Narnia into existence. So, you know, understandable mistake.