Tonight I had the predominant urge to just sit back and enjoy a good book. Therefore I must apologies to those blogs I read regularly for not paying them a visit. Although I must confess that many of them have no idea I visit, other than an unexplained single increase in their RSS feed. I have a bad habit of being a lurker on many of my favorite sites. I generally will not make a comment unless I feel I have something to contribute, and I am far to contemplative to make spontaneous comments. For some reason I have to mull over what exactly I want to say. There is something about putting your thoughts into written form that makes them seem more potent, powerful, or maybe even cavil. I find it interesting, for me at least, that I will freely talk verbally with people I have never met, but feel compelled to be careful of what I write. Perhaps there is the thought that a verbal conversation can be forgotten easily where the written word is preserved for better or worse. I'm not sure what that makes me, careful, cautious, or maybe pompous. It is also interesting that I love to get comments on my blog, but for some reason feel other bloggers would consider what I have to say as trifle or annoying.
Anyway, I took a break from the Net tonight to enjoy a good novel of the paper back version, instead of the electronic version. There is something comforting about the feel of a good book. Each one has its own weight and texture, that adds to the experience. I know, that sounds absolutely ridiculous, but to me it adds to the overall adventure. Somehow it lets me identify with the story, or maybe the author. There is something basic, and fundamental about the turning of the page, and anticipation of what is coming next that appeals to my old fashioned nature. I suppose that goes to show that no matter how much I want to become more involved in the Internet and technology, I can not escape my origins. The glowing warmness of the computer screen shall never replace the comfort and repletion of a good book.
I will leave you with this quote from The Walking Drum by Louis L'Amour.
Knowledge is priceless, material possessions and money can be lost or stolen. Knowledge can never be taken from you, even if given freely you still retain it.