Books are our Borders

Once a book was a border. Only those for whom it was written were meant to read and act according to its contents. This is where our cultures came from with books: we used them to preserve intangible things that were meant only for our own. Sometime in the future our children’s grandchildren might ask of our generation: if our identity is so important, then why did they place so much of it on “digital” platforms? .

I am seeking to act prudently on this prognostication.

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