How do I make
them see it? What reading books does to the mind of its faithful
disciple?
It's like
explaining to a child how the sun rises in the East and sets in the
West. A perfect mumbo jumbo to the uninitiated.
I can't even
tell them it broadens the mind. How would I show them the mind as it is
broadened under the influence of a book?
They say seeing
is believing. And how would I make them see the weakness of sensory knowledge?
Sometimes you have to believe even when the eyes have nothing to lay its gaze
on.
I'm like a
doctor convincing a patient to take a drug that will hand him his life back on
a dish. He looks at me sighs and turn his head the other way wracked with fever
et al.
But I know its
gains firsthand. My heart and soul is dead sure of this.
I have seen
block heads climb the stage of academic success, certified dullards turn the
table on those who labelled them thus just because they embraced a book for all
it's worth.
You have to
trust, you have to believe me. Don't ask me for evidence, I have nothing to
show you for now. Diligently follow the way of the book. Open your mind to its
seducing gaze and bath in its pool.
Allow its
shadow overcome you and yield to its gestures. You will come looking for me at
the eve of the day your voice ringing out loud with gratitude for taken the
path less trodden.
Papa
Mmeso
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