As I returned home after graduation this spring, I felt, as many recent graduates do, disoriented. A passage from C. S. Lewis’s
The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
occupied my mind: The Pevensies, who have grown up in the royal titles and duties given them by Aslan, stumble upon “a tree of iron” while hunting in the Western Woods. Seeing the lamppost that brought them into Narnia, Edmund marvels: “I know not how it is, but this lamp on the post worketh upon me strangely. It runs in my mind that I have seen the like before; as it were in a dream, or in the dream of a dream.”