"Let me go!"
"No," Meg said grimly.
"We've been all wrong." Charles Wallace's voice, Meg thought, might have been a recording. There was a canned quality to it. "He isn't an enemy at all. He's our friend."
(Again, just spot-on.)
"There in a small, square room from which radiated a dull, sulphurous light. There was something ominous to Meg in the very compactness of the room, as though the walls, the ceiling, the floor might move together and crush anybody rash enough to enter.
"How did you do that?" Calvin asked Charles.
"Do what?"
"Make the wall-open-like that."
"I merely rearranged the atoms," Charles Wallace said
loftily. "You've studied atoms in school, haven't you?"
"Sure, but-"
"Then know enough to know that matter isn't solid, you don't you? That you, Calvin, consist mostly of empty space? That if all the matter in you came together you'd be the size of the head of a pin? That's plain scientific fact, isn't it?"
"Yes, but-"
"So I simply pushed the atoms aside and we walked through the space between them."
Meg's stomach seemed to drop, and she realized that the box in which they stood must be an elevator and square that they had started to move upward with great speed. The yellow light lit up their faces, and the pale blue of Charles's eyes absorbed the yellow and turned green.
Calvin licked his lips. "Where are we going?"
"Up." Charles continued his lecture. "On Camazotz we are all happy because we are all alike. Differences create problems. You know that, don't you, dear sister?"
"No," Meg said.
This was written in 1963.
"Then know enough to know that matter isn't solid, you don't you? That you, Calvin, consist mostly of empty space? That if all the matter in you came together you'd be the size of the head of a pin? That's plain scientific fact, isn't it?"
Sound familiar?
which are
99.9999999999996 empty space,
walking around
in 96% of something
we aren’t able to experience
because we dont have
adequate enough instrumentation..."
(Who been sayin that a while now?)
That is 100% fact
and most people still dont know it today.
You might wanna ask yourself:
Why that is exactly?
Fav lines in the whole book BTW)
"And we had no idea whether it would really work or whether it would be complete bodily disintegration. Playing with time and space is a dangerous game."
"We drew straws, and I was second. We know Hank went. We saw him go. We saw him vanish right in front of the rest of us. He was there and then he wasn't. We were to wait for a year for his return or for some message. We waited. Nothing."
Calvin, his voice cracking: "Jeepers, sir. You must have been in sort of a flap."
Her father: "Yes. It's a frightening as well as an exciting thing to discover that matter and energy are the same thing,
that size is an illusion,
and that time is a material substance.
We can know this, but it's far more than we can understand with our puny little brains.
(Again, this is 1963.
Even so-called
"educated elites"
dont know these things to this day.
Why?)
"IT could only give pain, never relieve it."
"Are you fighting the Black Thing?" Meg asked.
"Oh, yes," Aunt Beast replied. "In doing that we can never relax. We are the called according to His purpose, and whom He calls, them He also justifies. Of course we have help, and without help it would be much more difficult."
"Who helps you?" Meg asked.
"Oh, dear, it is so difficult to explain things to you, small one. And I know now that it is not just because you are a child. The other two are as hard to reach into as you are. What can I tell you that will mean anything to you? Good helps us, the stars helps us, perhaps what you would call light helps us, love helps us. Oh, my child, I cannot explain!
This is something you just have to know or not know."
"But-"
"We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal."
"Aunt Beast, do you know Mrs. Whatsit?" Meg asked with a sudden flooding of hope.
"Mrs. Whatsit?" Aunt Beast was puzzled. "Oh, child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the effect of extreme complication."
"The child is distraught. Don't judge her harshly. She was almost taken by the Black Thing. Sometimes we can't know what spiritual dam- age it leaves even when physical recovery is complete."
"But what we can give you now is nothing you can touch with your hands. I give you my love, Meg. Never forget that. My love always."
(Love evolved did it?
Threes a mathematical equation for it is there?
Interesting...)
"Mrs. Who, eyes shining behind spectacles, beamed at Meg. Meg felt in her blazer pocket and handed back the spectacles she had used on Camazotz.
"Your father is right," Mrs. Who took the spectacles and hid them somewhere in the folds of her robes. "The virtue is gone from them. And what I have to give you this time you must try to understand not word by word, but in a flash, as you understand the tesseract. Listen, Meg. Listen well. The foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men. For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called, but God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confuse the wise."
"What have I got that IT hasn't got? she thought suddenly.
What have I possibly got?"
"IT isn't used to being resisted. Father said that's how he managed, and how Calvin and I managed as long as we did. Father saved me then. There's nobody here to save me now. I have to do it myself. I have to resist IT by myself. Is that what I have that IT hasn't got? No, I'm sure IT can resist. IT just isn't used to having other people resist."
"IT was hatred,
sheer and unadulterated,
and as she became lost in hatred
she also began to be lost in IT."
(Truth)
"Hate was nothing that IT didn't have. IT knew all about hate.
"You are lying about that, and you were lying about Mrs. Whatsit!" she screamed.
"Mrs. Whatsit hates you," Charles Wallace said. And that was where IT made ITs fatal mistake, for as Meg said, automatically, "Mrs. Whatsit loves me; that's
what she told me, that she loves me," suddenly she knew.
She knew!
Love.
That was what she had that IT did not have.
She had Mrs. Whatsit's love, and her father's, and her mother's, and the real Charles Wallace's love, and the twins', and Aunt Beast's.
And she had her love for them.
But how could she use it? What was she meant to do?
If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love."
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