Boggled Mind

Usually, I do not write about books, as I love to read and speak about the same, rather than jot down my memories about it. However, I guess I can start and with an exceptional book, I saw very differently.

Written by Matthew Blake, this book has woven the words in a different parallel line altogether. It relates so much to my own thoughts, how I see my vague memories as, how I have drifted them in ways I never imagines I could do.

The book is not just about how one sees and thinks, but how one remembers and recollects and then recalls the same recollection. With each passing step, that memory changes.

Started in one era; lied and kept that way for decades, to manipulate your own reality; how survival strategies were defined during the war, why someone can destroy you (own love) for mere survival. Seems survival of the cruelest, Cruella De Vil... .

What really resonates is this paragraph from pages 282-283:

Every time we recall a memory, we change the original, and all we have is the latest edited version of the memory. Over time, the memory that has been edited tens, hundreds, even thousands of times, has no connection with the original event. It could be your first kiss, the dying words of a loved one, a life-changing accident -- your memory of it will be different from how it actually happened, just because you've remembered it so many times.

I enjoy novels and suspense which lead to a deep examination of human nature—especially the question of whether memories can ever truly be trusted, with or without the influence of dementia. I highly recommend this book to everyone. It is a masterpiece in itself.

This is my own craft: reading is one dynamic stuff, which is always constant in nature...

I just had a very interesting session in one group forum chat box, and it was like, I finally had someone to actually speak on books, music and something, which I really love.

For most people, book lovers are called book worms, but in reality, calling an avid reader, an eccentric reader, a worm, is not just the right annotation. It is more of a buzz kill, compared to the likelihood of ever being getting a hug by a tiger or even worse a life invitation by a hyena. It never happens.

You know, books can do no harm (except for ******), which is also not bad, as you can jolly well learn a lot of tricks from the old hat.

Anyways, on a honest try, books are the best covers for life. Dreams are never considered big, but books are called based on the number of pages, and if there is no images/imagery present within, people consider it a waste. Why? Ever wondered, why a simple thrust like sneezing is compared to books?

One author asked: Who moved my cheese?? Well, how the heck would others know, when you yourself do not know it.

Anyways, what I mean is, inspirational books are just for the sake of it. Trust me, no book or author can inspire you, since inspiration is not a bird, which makes nest with the golden goose. No sire, inspiration is just another outlook for the outreach of your own conscience, which is not an eye opener due to some speaker, or an author. It is the word(s), which made that affect on your mind, your brain, your heart.

What no one bothers to divine, is that books are best, cause they are filled with words, and each word makes for a different world to each individual, and at times to non-living things too.

To wrap it up, this boggle means something to me, as it will mean to someone out there, and if it does, I am sure, he or she will be on the same lines as I am, thinking not with mind, but with the heart to make wonders and dreams beyond their reaches.