When I first opened this file to write so came a strong shot of dread and/or anxiety. It’s probably because books can be the path to heaven or hell. And hell is a lot more common.
It’s mostly a solitary activity too. And it’s probably because it’s uncomfortable to think about how narrow the gate to heaven can be. Books can be delivery mechanisms for neuroticism. But it’s all the more reason for this post.
Another tenet is that the lines between reality and imagination are far thinner than one would assume. That, with a powerful enough mind, experiencing something on imaginary terms would be no different than reality.
Despite that tenet, it’s more and more apparent that the gateway to experience is rather thin, especially depending on