Now the moment of prayer is for me ... the awareness that this "real world"and "real self" are very far from being rock-bottom realities. I cannot, in the flesh, leave the stage, either to go behind the scenes or to take my seat in the pit; but I can remember that these regions exist. And I also remember the my apparent self -- this clown or hero or rupenumerary -- under his grease-paint is a real person with an off-stage life. The dramatic person could not tread the stage unless he concealed a real person....And in prayer this real I struggles to speak, for once, from his real being, and to address, for once, not the other actors, but -- what shall I call Him? The Author, for He invented us all? The Producer, for He controls all? Or the Audience, for He watches, and will judge, the performance?
(C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm, 82-83)
Cited in H.U. von Balthasar, Theo-drama, II, 271ff
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