Just this week I wrote about the importance I find in books, as I believe they truly define who we are, what we do and, in between, what we learn in the process.
Of course, this is a romantic view of the whole book-consumption issue, because, as we all know, most people just don't give a damn about books. They're hard to read, they hurt the eye, they're too long, they have no pictures, they only have pictures, they're heavy, they're old, they're a waste of my time because I'm not an intellectual… I could go on and on.
The thing about a book is that it allows you to see the world as you wouldn't regularly see it, or rather as you could start seeing it from the point where you open the first page. A book takes you to places, places you in the middle of undesired experiences and reflects a journey of the mind, regardless of the fact that you're reading science fiction, a business book or philosophy. Books are an excellent way to go on a trip without actually leaving your seat, and it's a shame that's not truly appreciated.
Our whole lives are made of the way we choose to shape ourselves, and books play a part far too underrated in that process. The journey we take is also a cyclical process of starting to learn so that you'll have more to learn afterwards, in an ongoing momentum, so that what begins a blob of information soon takes form, meaning and purpose by the force of our own critical judgement.
Sooner or later, neglecting the tools that help shape your mind will obviously result in a shapeless mind. And we already have enough of those, thank you.