Reading
Without breathing, we'd have a world without mortals.
I cannot conceive of a world without writing, and I
cannot imagine a world of mortals without READING.
A picture thought about READING inspired me today.
Far more than the utterance of words,
READING is like a quiet flow of life.
We inhale, intake, or breathe in words
That captures and develops pictures.
How would we navigate a world without arithmetic?
And we know that God is the perfect mathematician.
Without His calculations, the universe would be chaotic.
How space and time affect us is always on His mind.
We pick up a book, magazine, or landmark posting
As we exhale, outtake, or breathe out words;
And as we READ, we are creating snapshots
Of life for ourselves and others to experience.
I sense this truth in any good READING material.
If the READING happens to be The Book of Life,
how vast is the realization of this truth? READING.
It is one of the most beautiful river flowing of life.
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