What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?

As his (C. S. Lewis's) good friend Owen Barfield once remarked, Lewis radiated a sense that the spiritual world is home, that we are always coming back to a place we have never yet reached.

But the gray and the cold are haunted
By a beauty akin to pain, --
By a sense of a something wanted,
That never will come again.

But the gray and the cold are hauntedBy a beauty akin to pain, --By a sense of a something wanted,That never will come again.

Then she opened her eyes, Veronika did not think 'this must be heaven'. Heaven would never use a fluorescent tube to light a room, and the pain - which started a fraction of a second later - was typical of the Earth. Ah, that Earth pain - unique, unmistakable.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain.