Like dreams, transport you to universes that temporarily whisk you away from reality.  They evoke thoughts and emotions that we tend to evade.  Books are companions that share their own story with you, holding back nothing and saying what they know.  They are merely letters strung together into words to create sentences, forming paragraphs that pierce the heart and test the mind. They teach you…but only if you are prepared to read between the lines.  They ask questions…when we don’t have the courage to question.  They give us answers…if we are willing to find them.  

We are seemingly books.  And books are nothing but us.