"There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit--immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously--no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinners--no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat, the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."

- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
Her Majesty's A Pretty Nice Girl . . .

Seriously, what color is this?

The End

Updated, 12/29/2014

It was nearly twelve years ago, in the wee morning hours at a Moot at BloDingle, that the idea of starting a "weblog" first occurred to the Thinklings.

What came next has been quite a ride! Especially in the early years, when the blogosphere was far more like the wild west and anyone with an opinion and the ability to turn a good phrase could gain an audience and delicious interaction with all manner of viewpoints. This was before the Darwinian rise of professional blogs and the distracting and overwhelming advent of social media made amateur blogging, for most of us, a trip into the wilderness.

It's been a blast. We've survived blog wars and spamalanches, enjoyed hours of meaty conversation and less weighty blog excursions that had us laughing until we cried. Everything from deep debates on Soteriology to the color of green Gatorade has been free game. We've had several blog-reboots and redesigns, we've expanded and shrunk our contributor ranks, been viciously hacked and lived to tell the tale, we've played chess and have even had a few Blo sightings. We've debunked, re-thunk, "friended" other blogs before that was a thing and have had our share of crazies and haters. We've built relationships with dear people we never met in real life. We saw at least one blog-friend get sick and pass away. We all (especially yours truly) have gotten older; there are Thinklings grandkids now. Personally some of us have been through serious (and unblogged) trials and have come out the other side. Thanks be to God.

For those of you, our blog-friends, who went on the ride with us, we thank you.

But all things come to an end. It has been quite some time since we as a group have done justice to the original purpose of this blog. We have debated shutting it down for the last few years and we finally came to agreement recently.

It is time. Farewell, friends.

God loves you blogosphere. And so do we.