Monday, January 7, 2013

Words, Letters, and Pages.

I suppose it shouldn't be a secret that I love to read. The feel of each page between your fingers...the words hidden within a cover... the countless hours of thoughtful inspiration that comes with writing a masterpiece, it all fascinates me. What makes some people better at forming words, sentences, or ideas then others? Who decides that one compelling story is deserving of an award while another sits unnoticed on a shelf? I am intrigued by the knowledge that can be gleaned from a book. I wonder about the motivation behind an authors words. What could have possibly motivated them to choose a particular topic to write on? Did they really think out and hide all of the symbolism that English teachers find? Words are beautiful to me. They can be so encouraging and mysterious and cause one to feel an infinite range of emotions using the simple alphabet that we learn as children. My favorite quote changes almost daily, but here is one that I found by accident and fell in love with almost immediately. I hope you appreciate it just as much as I do.

"I can't really tell what's beautiful anymore. I passed two young fellows on the street the other day. I know who they are, they work at the garage. They're not churchgoing, either one of them, just decent rascally young fellows who have to be joking all the time, and there they were, propped against the garage wall in the sunshine, lighting up their cigarettes. They're always so black with grease and so strong with gasoline I don't know why they don't catch fire themselves. They were passing remarks back and forth the way they do and laughing that wicked way they have. And it seemed beautiful to me. It is an amazing thing to watch people laugh, the way it sort of takes them over. Sometimes they really do struggle with it. I see that in church often enough. So I wonder what it is and where it comes from, and I wonder what it expends out of your system, so that you have to do it till you're done, like crying in a way, I suppose, except that laughter is much more easily spent."

-GILEAD, Marilynne Robinson

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