So What Would That Make a Library?

Books are utterly astonishing. Think about it. Set aside the love that you have for your favourite novel; all of the emotions it elicits. Forget about everything that you can learn just from moving your eyes across a few pieces of paper. Think just about the book itself: months upon months, sometimes years upon years, sometimes even numerous generations, of story, information, life, all dissolved in ink and flattened out onto pages and bound into a perfectly compact book. Pick up a book. Right now. Any book. The closest one to you. Hold it in your hands. Toss it around between your hands. Gauge its weight by bouncing it up and down a little. YOU ARE HOLDING A LIFE. Numerous lives, in fact, all snuggled in there somewhere, dormant, running on hamster wheels until somebody has the decency to exposed the pages to light, let them stretch a little, shout a little, be a little. I think that it would be so cool to have x-ray eyes, so that I could look through a book cover and see all of the words layered over top of each other, the ending of a story visible through its translucent beginning, hours of reading condensed into a split-second overload. Picking up a book, you have this whole other world, right there in your fingers; a piece of somebody else's existance has literally been captured for you to experience. It's possible to love books more than you love reading.

P.S. eBooks are Magic Destroyers

We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them. - John Waters