Today it's back to the good ol' days when we ignored each other with books instead of smartphones. I'm off to "Melbourne" for a solid day of reading. Books were my friends when no friends were around, and they're my friends again now that most of my friends are dead.
"What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles.
But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you.
Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs.
Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."
I wish I had said that but, no, it was Carl Sagan, the now long-dead but not forgotten superstar scientist who had a special way with words:
Greetings from "Melbourne", Carl Sagan! You would have liked it here.
