My Solace is Among Books (H3)

Where it seems that many great philosophers find solace in nature, I have always found solace in books. Where others look to the sky and are overwhelmed by the vastness of the universe and their small corner of it; I have always wondered at the vastness of the human imagination. How could something so large, something that could create so many things be living in one person's head? Among books, I will find millions of different universes, all tiny and living in a world all their own, a world few appreciate, a library. My aversion to the outdoors has on many occasions led me to seek comfort among the books, thinking, reading, writing. There are no "bookish" questions, creative answers are no more likely to come while in nature than while surrounded by books, because books are made of someone's creativity.
I think that I may become peripatetic, if only to ponder the world in relation to the vastness of the human imagination. Of course though, all of my walking will be done among the books.

“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.” - Edward P. Morgan

Where a walk in nature might temporarily help one lose their identity, I tend to find that books often help me find my personality more clearly. Where on a walk in nature, personal identity is lost an one becomes inherently more aware of the surroundings around them, in books one lives many different lives and has many different thought processes, they loses themselves thrice over. When they do find themselves to be themselves again, their prospective on problems are only wider.

“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.” - William Styron

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