Some books are loud and some are quiet

Loud books SCREAM within the mind. They urge- stand on a soapbox, POUND a pulpit with your fists, and DECLARE TO THE WORLD what this book has made of you. CHANGE and GROW- become more and BETTER. CRY OUT against injustice, against pain, against the wrongs that MUST be made right. The soul STRAINS against physical bonds and attempts to FLY, through words, and passion and belief. These stories are FIRE, burning hot, LOUDLY declaring what must be done..

And then there are quiet books, with gentle stories. The words flow from page to eye, and softly make their way into the mind. They are reflection, introspection, creating at once gratitude and longing. The soul calms within the breast and breathes deeply, taking in the wonder of life, and the sadness of it. For this sort of beauty is also sad, because of its faults, because it is unachievable except in these small moments when the world falls into place and all is calm.