Warm Muzzle to Warm Ear
I read a book to find what is coming next.
And as any repetition will induce a trance, I re-read a book to induce a reading trance.
And having entered the reading trance, I want to go deeper and deeper. I think this is the trance equivalent of wanting to know what is coming next. Only the whole purpose of a trance is to put that part of the brain to sleep that knows what is coming next.
So re-reading a book is a slick betrayal of part of my brain so the other part can come to life.
Except I can only bear to re-read a book that is well written because as I go deeper into my reading trance I start to loose the sense of the meaning and start to feel the beauty of the words. I mean just repeat any word to yourself over and over and quite soon you loose the meaning of the word and start to hear the contours of the sound.
Of course the whole purpose of literacy is to create the individual, while the whole purpose of the internet is to create the tribe.
So to betray the book in the interests of the tribe I like to invite members to read aloud with me on the internet turn and turn about.
But as we betray the book, we are true to ourselves. We are leaving the literate and going back to the spoken word - an older more ancient culture told around the camp fire passed on from warm muzzle to warm ear for millennia.
And reading aloud on the internet creates a shared trance where sense doesn't matter so much as the sheer enjoyment of warm muzzle to warm ear.
However I have noticed the highly literate individual finds it hard to let go of sense, indeed they keep telling me over and over again, it is nonsense as they start to sense the beauty of the words. And they are right, beauty doesn't make sense, at least not to the literate individual.
But interestingly beauty enhances power - and there they are together, walking down the isle, a marriage made in heaven.