if you cannot approach a book without first flushing your old whiny never-new obstinate self down the poopy drain of shallowness, then please do not violate the grounds of another being, their ideas or the isolated universe which they represent. most people are like old doors, who cannot move without having to make some unpleasant creaking noise; that strange screeching requiring-a-good-greasing sound when someone attempts to open them.
it is obviously a metaphysical dilemma.
you know you can do it,
yet,
you will not.
because
you just do not
want to.
the spirit must move before
the body does.
