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Poetic Memory
No matter what path you’re on in this life, if that path isn’t about love, you’re on the wrong path.
~ Laurence Overmire
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There seems to be a specific zone in the brain that we could call poetic memory that records what charms us, moves us or gives our life its beauty.
— Milan Kundera
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Intelligence isn’t what one knows but what one does when he doesn’t know.
— Jean Piaget
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- Tell me, why do you burn books?
- Why? Well, it’s a job just like any other, a good job, with lots of variety. Monday we burn Miller, Tuesday Tolstoi, Wednesday Walt Whitman, Friday Faulkner and Saturday and Sunday Schopenhauer and Sartre. We turn them to ashes and then burn them to ashes is our official motto.
- So, you don’t like books.
- Do you like the rain?
- Yes, I love it!
- Books are just trash. They have no interest.
- And why are there people who still read them, even though they are so dangerous?
- Precisely because they are prohibited.
- Why are they banned?
