Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Long Day's Journey Into Night

In his play “Long Day’s Journey into Night, ” Eugene O’Neill has one of his characters utter a powerful statement toward the end of her life: “None of us can help the things life has done to us. They are done before you realize it and once they are done, they make you do other things, until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.”

All of us has not flirted with the despair reflected in these sobering lines? Are we really dealt a deck of cards, all predesigned like a magician’s pack toward a certain fixed end? Is it just an illusion that we play the game at will?
 
Ravi Zacharias, The Grand Weaver