living words: ‘all hues in his controlling’
The inelegant paradox of life as I see it is how reading is a solitary activity, but doing so yields an understanding of the world and the many people populating it. Or is E.M. Cioran correct when he says, “We must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves”?
Greg Gerke on the worlds books open to us and the worlds they may leave out of reach.