Beacons of Knowledge

A book is not just a collection of words.  Even a good dictionary is more.  It’s a beacon, leading us into the unknown.  It casts light where there is darkness, and brings knowledge where there was ignorance.  It isn’t enough to simply read the words.  We must be able to understand them, to let them teach us.  It doesn’t matter whether we’re talking about an encyclopedia or a work of pulp fiction.  There are things in any book that we have no knowledge of, things peculiar to that one book.

The mind  is a marvellous thing, but it demonstrates its remarkable nature only when it is properly fed.  The expansion of the mind can only happen through education.  That education can be experiential, experiencing actual events or places, or it can be acquire through the efforts of others.  Movies, TV programmes or a teacher giving a lecture can open up whole new vistas.  Books, however, can provide greater depth and broader range.  There is no limit to what a book may contain.

When you really think about it, it’s a magical process.  We can take words and use them to recreate anything.  Indeed, we can create whole new realities.  Realities that can be utterly convincing.  Equally, we can convey facts that relate to everything, from events from the ancient past to the most complex scientific theories.

Literacy is a most precious gift.

~ Steve

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About Steve

An author since the age of 13 years, writing again dominates my activities. My "Imagineer-ing" blog is my primary site. Also: Beginner knitter since November 2010. Favourite knitting techniques: cable and lace. Beginner cross stitcher. Beginner jewellery maker. With the promotion of self publication and all the other work that has been going on here, Dad decided around 2am this morning (22/11/2013) that it was time to begin his next adventure. He was seen off earlier the previous evening by myself, my brother, my sister in law, and my sister, as well as his wife (our mum), and an enigmatic being known only as A Lorraine. After this time of story telling, laughing, crying, joking and mickey taking, we saw how tired both mum and dad were, and we decided to leave them under the (sometimes) gentle care of The Lorraine. When Dad found the timetable for his travels, he let Mum know gently, which woke her from her drowsing, then, with the same gentleness he showed in this universe, he boarded his favourite mode of transport, the Interdimensional Steam Train, and set off with a smile and a wave. For those of us closest, that smile was a reminder that his pain has ended, and the wave, an indicator that he will pop in to all those that knew him, from time to time. Usually at the most inconvenient and in opportune moments he can. While we are sad that he is no longer here, we are happy he now has no pain, and is experiencing more extraordinary things that his writers mind will be frantically weaving into a new story. Posted by Son Damien

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