Reading is strange
Reading is a strange activity. Reading pervades our lives and shapes our minds. Reading is with us, always, whether we know it or not, whether we like it or not. Reading is a strange activity, for reading, some believe, is none other than living, and living, some believe, is but the perpetual movement of self to other, the continuous transformation of word to work to world to all. Reading is a strange activity, but stranger still is its hold on us that brings us back continuously to who we are and to what we seek, and to why we love those beings who speak.