A Book Inside My Head

Reading has taught me there is a wick inside your head that you can light at any time, anywhere. You open a book, you light the wick. You walk with the candle through a portal to another dimension inside yourself and into the minds of others-complete strangers. Not only is it informative, educational, expanding that intellectual horizon of yours, it can be fantasy, scary and romantic. It is endless, and it is proof that your mind if infinite like the universe. Reading has saved lives, helped impoverished children pass the time, educated many on how to survive and keep others alive, documented the beginning of time, the generes, the subjects go on and on. It is our way to communicate. We speak, we record, we read, we write, we talk, and the cycle continues. It is written imagination and thought, and power. Our ideas are golden, and no book or work of literature should be banned, censored, or burnt. That is purely criminal. The mind has every right to be liberated through creative expression of written thought. It has no restraints, no one has any right to build a damn across the words that flow from ones mind to paper or electronic device. There is a story that has impacted my life, many actually. And most of them are the tales from the Bible. Parables, fables, fiction or non, what have you, you can't deny they are beautiful stories-heroic, inspiring, sad, and encouraging, full of faith and hope and pretty good advice! Any religious or spiritual book I feel is pretty important to help one find their way and guide them throughout this journey every human has to endure and you need these "maps." These tales of hope and perserverance. Of light, and of love, and most importantly of truth. Who to avoid, who to embrace. As a writer too, getting to write and read your own works is very cathartic.