Possibly the only folks who will relate to this post will be my bibliophile brethren.
How many times have you read a book or a passage, and then closed your eyes....wanting to pause - not because the passage is dense. But more so because something in you hit a pot. Something stilled. Something stifled. Something sighed.
And in that moment, you dont want the book or the passage not to end. Its far too beautiful to pass away into transience.
I read about 45 books a year, and this happens to me less than 1-2 books in a year.
And today on the flight, I read one such book. I want to hold the book and clutch it to my heart as I doze off. (Funnily its a kindle :-) copy).
Well, this is perfectly explainable. Its only a simple dopamine rush. Thats what my rational brain tells me....and then a part of me says "really, is that all there is to this life?"
How many times have you read a book or a passage, and then closed your eyes....wanting to pause - not because the passage is dense. But more so because something in you hit a pot. Something stilled. Something stifled. Something sighed.
And in that moment, you dont want the book or the passage not to end. Its far too beautiful to pass away into transience.
I read about 45 books a year, and this happens to me less than 1-2 books in a year.
And today on the flight, I read one such book. I want to hold the book and clutch it to my heart as I doze off. (Funnily its a kindle :-) copy).
Well, this is perfectly explainable. Its only a simple dopamine rush. Thats what my rational brain tells me....and then a part of me says "really, is that all there is to this life?"
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