So here’s the thing, if there’s anything to be said about anything, chances are Carl Sagan has said it better. Such is the case with today’s topic of thanks: books. The other love of my life, the source of all my creative tendencies, my inspiration , my favorite companion on a rainy afternoon… my books. So here’s what Carl has to say:
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
Yep. Carl’s got it. The book you read is the only version of that book that will ever exist. Unlike a film; everyone sees the same version of the story, but when you read The Great Gatsby, that is your version, and only yours. That’s really an amazing thing to think about, and why the book is always better. No one’s green light across the bay will look exactly like mine, because no one will ever get inside my head. How intimate. What a magic gift. The greatest of human inventions.