Books are like ingredients to a person... The more books one has read, the more complicated and intricate and beautiful designs one can weave together into a masterpiece of their own. It is a sort of remixing of ones own internal machinations, contorted into something beautiful. It is why ideas flow so freely in those well read and why those that do not, fare so poorly in the avenues of life... drawing upon such few ingredients and creating the same old dried out dish every day... insisting that it is novel... surprising those around them for a while... before separating as boredom ensnares them both in the reality of their simple minds and their inability to grow.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 23:59:03 +0000
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