One major concern that I have as I grow older, is that my eyes, already suffering for various reasons over the years, will no longer be able to provide me the vision necessary to read at my leisure, or for work or for writing the various books that force themselves into my hard, but receptive head. I won’t go into the details here, but I am going to be scheduled for surgery in the near future, and hopefully, my vision will improve.
I already discussed the changes in our culture that have demonstrated that there are less readers in society than before, and that flashy videos and attractive imagery is a much quicker way to be entertained or to “learn”. I will admit, that is in fact true, especially when I go to You Tube for a video explanation of what to do when locked inside of a corvette and the battery is dead. Very practical indeed.
And yet, there are times when reading the printed word is priceless and will never be available on the internet or on You tube. For example, I will give you the following quotes, and ask you if you know who the famous person was who said them: I can never be satisfied with anyone who would be blockhead enough to have me. And this person also called himself a strange, friendless, uneducated, penniless boy working on a flat boat for ten dollars per month.
I’ll give you a few moments to chew on those words, and exercise your neurons…
Are you ready?
The answer is Abraham Lincoln, 16th president of the United States, from 1861 to 1865 when he was assassinated. How do I know this? I read an old book, published in 1913, with slightly musty yellow pages, by Willam Herndon, Lincoln’s friend. The Story of a Great Life. I obtained this book from my parent’s house, after my mother died, and it seemed lonely on the shelf, but magnetically drew my eyes to it. I am doubtful that any of my readers, much less anyone else alive, has read this book and the amazing truth to this is that if it was not for reading the printed word, these quotes would remain invisible forever, and they told me a lot about the young future president who struggled so much in his life with poverty and self-doubt.
I cherish the gift of reading ability that God has given me, and this is only one of a million examples.
But I suppose you are wondering: c’mon, when will he start writing about the sexiness of reading?
Women have different ideas and images in their complex brains that define sexiness compared to men, and you readers know this quite well, since you are all by definition, astute readers if you take the time to read my blog pieces. Therefore, you are sexy in your own right. I am not a fool. I will not venture into the female mind and tell her what she thinks is sexy. However, I do know what I think is sexy since I am a man. You know, XY, born male, and always will be male, by definition.
Some like video porn. It is too raw and leaves nothing to the imagination. Word porn is sexier and for my male readers, both of you, it will get you farther with the ladies, at least for longer than one night. I think the brain must have its’ imagination stimulated so that the amazing neurons create the scenes that are most stimulating to that individual, and not the highly paid photographer or videographer. In my mind, a woman should be physically attractive and take care of herself, but if she reads and enjoys the stimulation that reading a good book gives, then, that is chocolate syrup on top of Ice cream. Below is a faux pretend prize-winning blog link by SRCarson which explains this concept in more detail: (It is taken with permission by the famous and handsome author himself). Please click on the link below:
There is nothing like wandering through an old used bookstore with creaky wooden floor boards stocked high to the ceiling with musty, dust covered books from the early 1900’s. Treasures from the past. Especially along the old brick streets on the banks of the Mississippi River in downtown old St. Louis. Spending the day browsing and dropping a couple hundred dollars on an armful of enticing old books. Now THAT is one sexy afternoon well spent.
17 years ago I had a subscription to the main library of the city… and I remember how I frantically looked at the pages of rare books to prepare a description of Rembrandt’s paintings… and then 3 years later I saw them live… but maybe an independent search gave this love for art? What are young people doing now in writing essays? copy button – embed button… sad.. and there is no love for what is written… when you automatically do it (((
I’m worried about your upcoming surgery. I wish you all the best.