Books, Ideas and the Wee Hours of the Morning
There’s something enchanting about the wee hours of the morning. I often awake at that time to read, write and explore ideas. I take advantage of the silence. The world is asleep. No one to talk at me. It’s so quiet I can hear the train of thought pulling into the station.
I once asked a psychic why I loved books and ideas.
“It’s from a past life,” he said. “You were a cartographer and loved to explore. Now that the world has been explored, you put your love to explore in the world of books and ideas.”
I don’t know whether his answer is true, but it explains my love of books and ideas. He also told me some personal things that I had never shared with anyone. How did he know these things if he was faking it?
I believe in reincarnation, but I know that it is not true. (The previous sentence makes sense to the initiated.)
And now to spend time with some ideas who are eager to meet me.