I Love The Sound Of The Pages Flicking Against My Fingers. Print Against Fingerprints. Books Make People

“I love the sound of the pages flicking against my fingers. Print against fingerprints. Books make people quiet, yet they are so loud.” ―Nnedi Okorafor

Picture painted by Morgan Weistling

"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all"

Oscar Wilde

Picture painted by Daniel F. Gerhartz

The Roses of Heliogabalus, Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1888 - detail

"The Song of Achilles" Madeline Miller

This philosopher is a temporary existence. I will mention this at the beginning so as not to get attached to it. What is one existence compared to so many existences on the globe?

One day the philosopher went to the market. He sat on a wall near a certain basilica, which is also not eternal. Sitting there, he takes advantage of her momentary existence. Sitting, he asks a question aloud, thrown into the abyss of mortal men.

What is eternity? Isn't that a punishment?

Everything is changeable. The air we breathe will never come back to us in the same form. We give our exhalation a momentary existence. This energy, on the other hand, will be used by another organism. So in a certain line of reasoning, our being gives strength to another being.

Eternity, on the other hand, would be unfavourable for the world. An unnecessary element that interferes with the evolution of the next species. For a new life to arise, ours must disappear. We have a request. Eternity is deadly and dangerous, yet we want to strive for it and prolong our lives as much as possible.

Doesn't that mean that each of us is inherently self-centred? There's so much to talk about empathy

Paradoxically, our memory of us will disappear with that exhalation. But for a while, the memory of us can give someone else energy in pursuit of their goals.

But what does this knowledge give us? Will this one thought change the whole world?

The philosopher mentioned recently falls asleep on the wall, watching the grey crowd with one more eye. But weariness takes over, and he falls asleep

And he doesn't wake up

And the clouds remain as grey as they were. The basilica begins to collapse, people fall asleep one by one, and this dream is a dream of eternity for themselves

The clouds, on the other hand, remain grey, and people from the alternative world are still running in the rain.