Kindle Sangha
My Books Will Live Forever

Death will not come between me and my books
I think of my Kindle as my Sangha.
I think of my books as my friends.
I think of stories as air-less oxygen.
I think of gigabytes (of Kindle storage) as a modern miracle.
I think of so many dead authors as still alive; and when I die, if that ever happens, I will think of the dead reader still alive, still reading: much like Michael Ende’s Benjamin part of the book that reads itself.
I think of language as a miracle more miraculous than gigabytes.
I think of good English as heart-warming.
I think of sad English as heart-wrenching.
I think of true English as uplifting.
I think of a library as a treasure vault.
I think of poetry as God-like whispers.
There is too much eternity here for death to squeeze itself in between me and my books.
© Wolfstuff
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