Didn't give it to her though.
I probably never will.
She reads too much anyway.
People read. People write.
In that order.
Why is that?
Which came first?
What are circumstances so much that the words some poor soul poured out at some point in time make their way in front of my eyes so I may glimpse into the essence of another suffering the same condition as I?
The odds that I, Thomas Fitch, read what I read are immeasurable. World renowned authors have written countless books that I haven't and never will even touch. Billions wont touch. But somehow I read a book this morning. Somehow the stars aligned and God gave his blessing that the words of another human being may be passed onto me. It boggles my mind.
I'm writing a blog.
Haven't posted it yet.
I probably never will.
No one reads blogs anyway.
1 comment:
I just read your blog! You are right though, the chances that we read anything by anybody else are very slim. I have never really thought about that. Especially when you take into account the billions of people that have lived and died on the earth. The power of words is incredible. Ideas and thoughts expressed are so powerful, true or not.
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