I read this beautiful post on A Piece of Monologue today. It made me think of the quality of books as tangible, factual objects. Because there is a kind of magic in books made of paper, which e-books are not (yet) to match – I’m talking about handmade scribbling and comments. I know that I can easily make notes in my i-Pad, but it will not be looking like this:
David F. Wallace's notes on Don DeLillo
David F. Wallace's notes on Borges
To me these pages are a pictures of pure beauty – the kind of beauty that comes into existence when thinking souls meet.
Reading – Internalizing
Writing – Externalizing
just like breathing
This is how new thoughts are made, this is the way our common culture develop, this is why we are all dependent on one another –