The Center of the Universe

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.

What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.

History is full of people who out of fear or ignorance or the lust for power have destroyed treasures of immeasurable value which truly belong to all of us. We must not let it happen again.