Death and reading, both impact me in different ways. Reading connects me to the lives that died before I came into the world and the ideas that were dead before I read of their existence. What will be my written word to survive my death and what will be written of me? Will I have stood for opening up ideas or will I have metaphorically burned books in my life? Where does my quest for knowledge, insight and compassion end? Where do I tolerate injustice? What is in the library of my mind that I do hide from the world?There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them. - Joseph Brodsky
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