Have you ever loved a book so much you wanted to swallow it and hear it playing in your head like a commentary? As clear as your own consciousness, relating itself to everything you think and do?
That’s how I feel about Palm Sunday by Kurt Vonnegut. Every time I read it, whatever place I pick it up in and whether I read it for five minutes or 5 hours, everything just seems to make a little more sense.
“The people on this earth could be joyous, if only they would live rationally, and if they would contribute mutually to each others welfare”
I think we all need truths like that tattooed onto our brains at birth.
Gleaning insights from other writers, we can change our attitudes and consequently our lives vicariously through their experiences. Vonnegut had his own influences, and now I call him one of mine.
“By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well”