Believing in books

This is my own craft: reading is one dynamic stuff, which is always constant in nature...

I just had a very interesting session in one group forum chat box, and it was like, I finally had someone to actually speak on books, music and something, which I really love.

For most people, book lovers are called book worms, but in reality, calling an avid reader, an eccentric reader, a worm, is not just the right annotation. It is more of a buzz kill, compared to the likelihood of ever being getting a hug by a tiger or even worse a life invitation by a hyena. It never happens.

You know, books can do no harm (except for ******), which is also not bad, as you can jolly well learn a lot of tricks from the old hat.

Anyways, on a honest try, books are the best covers for life. Dreams are never considered big, but books are called based on the number of pages, and if there is no images/imagery present within, people consider it a waste. Why? Ever wondered, why a simple thrust like sneezing is compared to books?

One author asked: Who moved my cheese?? Well, how the heck would others know, when you yourself do not know it.

Anyways, what I mean is, inspirational books are just for the sake of it. Trust me, no book or author can inspire you, since inspiration is not a bird, which makes nest with the golden goose. No sire, inspiration is just another outlook for the outreach of your own conscience, which is not an eye opener due to some speaker, or an author. It is the word(s), which made that affect on your mind, your brain, your heart.

What no one bothers to divine, is that books are best, cause they are filled with words, and each word makes for a different world to each individual, and at times to non-living things too.

To wrap it up, this boggle means something to me, as it will mean to someone out there, and if it does, I am sure, he or she will be on the same lines as I am, thinking not with mind, but with the heart to make wonders and dreams beyond their reaches.