Not that you and I have now much reason to rejoice in having bodies! Like old automobiles, aren’t they? Where all sorts of apparently different things keep going wrong, but what they add up to is the plain fact that the machine is wearing out. Well, it was not meant to last forever. Still, I have a kindly feeling for the old rattletrap. Through it God showed me that whole side of His beauty which is embodied in color, sound, smell and size. No doubt it has often led me astray: but not half so often, I suspect, as my soul has lead it astray. For the spiritual evils which we share with the devils (pride, spite) are far worse than what we share with the beasts: and sensuality really arises more from the imagination than from the appetites; which, if left merely to their own animal strength, and not elaborated by our imagination, would be fairly easily managed.
~C.S. Lewis, from a letter to Mary Willis Shelburne, November 26, 1962
For reflection on Isaiah 46:3-4