everything is green and submarine

“The very first day we met, you planted a seed in my heart which has since grown to be an almighty oak tree and sometimes when I stand back and look at you in all your glory, my heart genuinely aches at your beauty. The strangest part is I didn’t go looking for a love this deep rooted, it was fate that led me directly to you; I run my hands over the bark one day and there were your initials.”

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.””

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.

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