It isn’t Narnia, you know, sobbed Lucy. It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?
But you shall meet me, dear one, said Aslan.
Are -are you there too, Sir? asked Edmund.
I am, said Aslan. But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.
C.S. Lewis (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader)
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