day 44

I have my bookshelf beside me.
Some books I will reopen.
Borges, for example.
I lie flat to read him.

I come back, incessantly to my bookshelf.
Some books remain closed.
Bible, usually.
I stand up and walk away.

It is easier for me to admit an error.
It is easier for me to admit ignorance.
The former allows me to master my humanity.
The latter allows me to be complacent.
There are a few principles I ignore.
There is a principle I adhere to - Ignorance.
So we can do well to move on, with life, and find ourselves return to exactly the same bookshelf, filled with dust and more books.
Did I read this yesterday or tomorrow?
Today, I'll go to some European country.
Today, I'll visit my hometown.
We'll do well to stay stationary, and life will come to you, with all the incessant noise and music.
So everyday, we just read and hear, the same old stories again and again.


I don't have a library at where I will go.
There is only one book there.

I lie flat in my grave, with no one to tell me my death tale.