Dear readers, how long has it been since I've titled a post relevant to what lies beneath the surface?
You have your books, and you have eBooks.
They both contain the same text, and the words will still mean the same to you. So why do you bother spending $10 - $50 on something that you can find on Google?
Physical sentiment comes to mind.
To digress, why is it that you spend $30 on a movie that you can download for $5?
Physical sentiment still comes to mind.
So let's talk about physical sentiment for a minute.
I have just finished reading a book, properly, for the first time. It's been around the air in my life for quite a while, and it's title will be mentioned in the tag. IT is a superb book, and it will have quite a lasting effect on your life. For those of you lazy enough not to scroll down to the tag: it is called: The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak.
After reading that book, and that book in particular, I must say that I've found it quite offensive that I've kept the book in the condition that it's n. For that reason, for the mass intake of inferiority complex, I deem eBooks to be superior to books. Because for what they're worth, books are vintage, books are majestic, books are vivaciously elegant. And it feels nothing short of offensive when such a masterpiece is creased, damage, and scribbled over.
Would Picasso rather you see his Guernica within the safety of your monitor? Or would he be content with you, you audience, viewing his magnum opus, only then to damage it, annotate it, and destroy it? Provided that they were all original works of course.
In the Platonic sense of it all, the eBook is what we deserve, we aren't fit enough for the books, the collector of words that move the world. We are imperfect beings, capable of irrational extremes, we are the Terminator to the Terminator v2, we are the Anikin Skywalker to the Luke Skywalker, and as such, we deserve the eBook, as opposed to the more perfect: "Book".
As reward for your focus, here's a little gem.
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