Books


What an astonishing thing a book is.

It is a flat object made from bits of a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny looking dark squiggles. 

But just a single glance at it and you're suddenly transported into the mind of another person - maybe someone who has been dead for thousands of years. From across the millennia the author still speaks clearly to you with their silent voice inside your mind.

Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, it spiritually binds people together - two souls who never crossed paths in this physical life, citizens of distant epochs. 

Books break the shackles of time and space. Holding within their pages memories and fragments of a million different stories.

Books are proof that humans are capable of working magic.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A New Adventure!

I Am Thankful.

A Covid-19 World