What
an astonishing thing a book is.
It’s a flat object made from a tree, with flexible
parts,
on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles.
But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another
person,
maybe somebody dead for thousands of years.
Across the millennia,
an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your
head, directly to you.
Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions,
binding together people who never knew each other,
citizens of distant epochs.
Books break the shackles of time.
A book is proof that humans are capable of working
magic.
— Carl
Sagan
