Samerron
New Member
I guess this topic goes in the general chat because it is a bit philosophical and personal experience .
Have you ever finished a book and after reading the last sentence, closing the book and pausing a while thinking about it and the author and about the whole world we are living in and realizing what a weird world we are living in? A set of words and sentences wrote by some author and printed, and here we are reading it. Probably we don’t know who’s the author, don’t know his personality, his face, his family, his history, even his name might be strange to us, but the idea, thoughts and meanings he gives in his book is what we know and is what actually survives years and years. This is how it goes and these are books which are the building block of knowledge and education. This is one thing of how things go around and this is how the world goes on... what a weird world we are living in.
Does anyone has this feeling, a mixture feeling of bewilderment and petite in this huge universe? A feeling that comes when you’re alone pondering in your own thoughts after a long day? An indescribable feeling that cannot be understood unless you pass through the same experience?
Have you ever finished a book and after reading the last sentence, closing the book and pausing a while thinking about it and the author and about the whole world we are living in and realizing what a weird world we are living in? A set of words and sentences wrote by some author and printed, and here we are reading it. Probably we don’t know who’s the author, don’t know his personality, his face, his family, his history, even his name might be strange to us, but the idea, thoughts and meanings he gives in his book is what we know and is what actually survives years and years. This is how it goes and these are books which are the building block of knowledge and education. This is one thing of how things go around and this is how the world goes on... what a weird world we are living in.
Does anyone has this feeling, a mixture feeling of bewilderment and petite in this huge universe? A feeling that comes when you’re alone pondering in your own thoughts after a long day? An indescribable feeling that cannot be understood unless you pass through the same experience?