I love reading. A book is not words, nor cover, nor print, nor writer: a book is a doorway from mind to mind; and if it is good, an awakening of the soul. If I have learned anything from books, it is that i know nothing. So what was the point?
Seriously I think literacy is perhaps over-rated when the bottom line is you never can read everything that’s been written. And nothing that has been written can ever truly encompass the reality of knowledge and experience. Believe me, I’ve looked.
‘O let my books be then the eloquence
and dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
who plead for love, and look for recompense,
more than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O learn to read what silent love hath writ,
to hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.’
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