The seven Chronicles of Narnia written by CS Lewis have become, in their short life, a classic on the shelves of libraries and literature for adults and children. The first of the seven books was recently made into a popular television movie a couple of years ago called The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The chronicles are, after all, stories of adventures. They tell the wonderful and often frightening episodes of a small group of boys who enter the mystical world of Narnia by walking through a secret door in a little-used closet in one of their homes. Among other things, I think the news helps children (and adults) understand the fundamental battle in life between good and evil. Good is represented by a great lion called Aslan, archetype of the risen Christ. In the land of Narnia, evil manifests itself in many familiar forms of evil witches, hideous beasts, and dark dwarves. The last of the seven books is appropriately titled The Last Battle (Apocalypse?). In this chronicle, the evil characters are the dwarves of Narnia. They are dark and gloomy people, with mocking smiles, who distrust the whole world. The fundamental problem is that they have chosen to live in the darkness, refusing to see the good around them, refusing to believe that Aslan can bring God's light into their lives and into the world. So they live in misery, squalor and self-imposed darkness. Towards the end of the story, some of the children who follow Aslan go out to a camp where the dwarves live. They want to make friends; they want to help them see the light and beauty of the world around them. When they arrived, they noticed that the dwarves looked very strange and were huddled together in a circle facing inwards, not paying attention to anything. As the children got closer, they realized that the dwarves couldn't see them. "Where are you ?" asks one of the children. "Here we are, bonehead," said Diggle the dwarf, "in this little pitch-black, cramped, smelly stable." "Are you blind?" asks another child. "No," the dwarves reply, "we are here in the dark where no one can see." "But it's not dark, poor dwarves," says Lucy, "look up, look around, can't you?" you see the sky and the flowers, can't you see me?" Then Lucy bends down, picks some wild violets and says: "maybe you can smell them.