“Books? Reading? – waste of time!”

Deposit of spirit or blackened pages between thicker covers? Extra-ordinary substance of energy, or tedious words, ideas, images considerably lacking appeal? The restless, unreflective, mundane individual will have the stupendous liberty to esteem reading books as “a waste of time”. In what chaotic economy of time is “reading” regarded merely as waste, if not in the facile individual’s? What is hidden in the chambers of meaning, beneath such an inference? What illnesses of the sprit does it reveal?
Giving-in to the immense pulsations of everyday living is probably the handiest and most frequent choice many individuals make? Adhering to the dynamic rhythm of the “immediate everyday” is unbelievably common. And yet, there exists that non-prevalent layer of people who simply refuse not to acknowledge that something immense is happening outside of them, but mostly inside their inner-most being. That limited-number of people make soaring efforts to slow the unrolling of life and to immortalize realities of the heart, the soul, realities of human splendor and mystery, realities of the outside world in its enormousness - giving birth, after painful travails to….books.
How does the spirit penetrate the world? Through what mediums does an idea, born in the intimacy of one’s mind, capture the whole world, raising it to new heights or destroying it? Out of this – the miracle of books and their hidden unfathomable energy!
Carriers of thought, propagators of ideas, and essentially means of communication, books, in their “onthological timidity” are on the shaken battle ground of comm. They are threatened by many other means, born within the technological era and all its innovations, with remarkable effectiveness, rapidity and not the least, appeal, due to its main characteristic –handiness-. How infinitely handier are a few mouse clicks while surfing unhindered on the inexhaustible internet, than painful linear discipline of reading. What e