I came across this statement by David Ulin and thought it expressed the inner fabric of books and reading and pondering and imagining and finding truth and of the joy of being found.
What do you think of his statement?
From David Ulin, The Lost Art of Reading: Why Books Matter in a Distracted Time:
We posses the books we read, animating the waiting stillness of their language,
but they posses us also, filling us with thoughts and observations, asking us to make them part of ourselves.