Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The first time I imagined putting my hand on a girls breast I was reading a book. It was the first time a book had opened my eyes. A very distinct and lastly impression was made. I remember a pause in reading; replay scene; curious and pleased expression. I had already thought of kissing a girl of course, but kissing her and putting my hand on her breast was new. I appreciated the advance in perspective. My depth of imagination was increased.
Doors of this type can be opened only once. Reading is hunting for new perspective, increase in imaginative ability, and new understanding. Reading and listening, books and lectures, active and passive experience: I have not stopped the pursuit, and I don't think I ever will. It is my natural sport.