#empathy — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #empathy, aggregated by home.social.
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Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours shine any brighter.
#kindness #kindnessmatters #compassion #empathy #mentalhealth #mentalhealthmatters #ymhc #communitycare #bekind #kindnessiseverything
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Real inner healing begins the moment you decide you are ready to let go. Spiritual guidance and Reiki provide the gentle space your Soul needs to release old patterns and step into your true light. If your heart is seeking peace today, let’s begin your journey.
✨ Visit the link in my bio to explore my current healing sessions.
#mentalhealth #recovery
#Work #Family #Leadership #Burnout #Health #Empathy #Support #InnerPeace #Training(Made with ai tools)
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Real inner healing begins the moment you decide you are ready to let go. Spiritual guidance and Reiki provide the gentle space your Soul needs to release old patterns and step into your true light. If your heart is seeking peace today, let’s begin your journey.
✨ Visit the link in my bio to explore my current healing sessions.
#mentalhealth #recovery
#Work #Family #Leadership #Burnout #Health #Empathy #Support #InnerPeace #Training(Made with ai tools)
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Real inner healing begins the moment you decide you are ready to let go. Spiritual guidance and Reiki provide the gentle space your Soul needs to release old patterns and step into your true light. If your heart is seeking peace today, let’s begin your journey.
✨ Visit the link in my bio to explore my current healing sessions.
#mentalhealth #recovery
#Work #Family #Leadership #Burnout #Health #Empathy #Support #InnerPeace #Training(Made with ai tools)
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Real inner healing begins the moment you decide you are ready to let go. Spiritual guidance and Reiki provide the gentle space your Soul needs to release old patterns and step into your true light. If your heart is seeking peace today, let’s begin your journey.
✨ Visit the link in my bio to explore my current healing sessions.
#mentalhealth #recovery
#Work #Family #Leadership #Burnout #Health #Empathy #Support #InnerPeace #Training(Made with ai tools)
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Real inner healing begins the moment you decide you are ready to let go. Spiritual guidance and Reiki provide the gentle space your Soul needs to release old patterns and step into your true light. If your heart is seeking peace today, let’s begin your journey.
✨ Visit the link in my bio to explore my current healing sessions.
#mentalhealth #recovery
#Work #Family #Leadership #Burnout #Health #Empathy #Support #InnerPeace #Training(Made with ai tools)
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If history teaches us one lesson we must never ever forget, it is
NEVER GIVE ONE MAN TOO MUCH POWER!
That's it. If we acted on that one lesson endless suffering could be avoided. #ElonMusk #Fascism #Inequality #Empathy #Politics
https://youtu.be/fchrqBL-8B0 -
If history teaches us one lesson we must never ever forget, it is
NEVER GIVE ONE MAN TOO MUCH POWER!
That's it. If we acted on that one lesson endless suffering could be avoided. #ElonMusk #Fascism #Inequality #Empathy #Politics
https://youtu.be/fchrqBL-8B0 -
If history teaches us one lesson we must never ever forget, it is
NEVER GIVE ONE MAN TOO MUCH POWER!
That's it. If we acted on that one lesson endless suffering could be avoided. #ElonMusk #Fascism #Inequality #Empathy #Politics
https://youtu.be/fchrqBL-8B0 -
If history teaches us one lesson we must never ever forget, it is
NEVER GIVE ONE MAN TOO MUCH POWER!
That's it. If we acted on that one lesson endless suffering could be avoided. #ElonMusk #Fascism #Inequality #Empathy #Politics
https://youtu.be/fchrqBL-8B0 -
If history teaches us one lesson we must never ever forget, it is
NEVER GIVE ONE MAN TOO MUCH POWER!
That's it. If we acted on that one lesson endless suffering could be avoided. #ElonMusk #Fascism #Inequality #Empathy #Politics
https://youtu.be/fchrqBL-8B0 -
Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg’s recent internal email to laid‑off staff was strange. He even added a “good‑bye note,” trying to shoulder the blow and mend morale.
- Even megacorp leaders feel the weight of cuts.
- Transparency, but can empathy survive corporate culture?
- Raises questions about true decentralization of power.#Meta #WorkplaceCulture #Empathy #TechEthics #Decentralization
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Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg’s recent internal email to laid‑off staff was strange. He even added a “good‑bye note,” trying to shoulder the blow and mend morale.
- Even megacorp leaders feel the weight of cuts.
- Transparency, but can empathy survive corporate culture?
- Raises questions about true decentralization of power.#Meta #WorkplaceCulture #Empathy #TechEthics #Decentralization
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Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg’s recent internal email to laid‑off staff was strange. He even added a “good‑bye note,” trying to shoulder the blow and mend morale.
- Even megacorp leaders feel the weight of cuts.
- Transparency, but can empathy survive corporate culture?
- Raises questions about true decentralization of power.#Meta #WorkplaceCulture #Empathy #TechEthics #Decentralization
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Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg’s recent internal email to laid‑off staff was strange. He even added a “good‑bye note,” trying to shoulder the blow and mend morale.
- Even megacorp leaders feel the weight of cuts.
- Transparency, but can empathy survive corporate culture?
- Raises questions about true decentralization of power.#Meta #WorkplaceCulture #Empathy #TechEthics #Decentralization
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Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg’s recent internal email to laid‑off staff was strange. He even added a “good‑bye note,” trying to shoulder the blow and mend morale.
- Even megacorp leaders feel the weight of cuts.
- Transparency, but can empathy survive corporate culture?
- Raises questions about true decentralization of power.#Meta #WorkplaceCulture #Empathy #TechEthics #Decentralization
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“Stop leading on autopilot: here's what to do instead.” Notes from Bianca Gfrei’s newsletter
The quote above was the subject line. That was a newsletter I had to read.
I’ve been struggling with autopilot for years, mostly without even knowing. But on April 7, 2014, I woke up hungover in a Warsaw hotel room - disheveled and looking into the angry, disappointed eyes of my (now ex-) girlfriend.
That was the moment I realized I’d been living my whole life on autopilot. That was also the moment when I decided to stop. It was so important that I had it tattooed on my arm as a reminder.
No more autopilot. Live consciously.
BE HERE NOW.
This is why Bianca’s transmission landed so completely for me. In one email, she summarizes some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years.
It opens with an honest question:
“When pressure rises (and it always does) what happens in you first?
Do you pause?
Or do you [react] before you've even realized you're [reacting]?”For me, this is the core of everything. Osho talks about reacting vs. responding.
When we react, we’re in autopilot. Our ego is in control.
But when we pause, we can take the time to respond. That’s where we embody our values. That’s where we speak and behave authentically.
Quantum physicist Dr. Amit Goswami describes it as conditioning vs our authentic self. We *react* from conditioning, we *respond* from our authentic self.
So in my opinion, that pause is probably the most powerful skill anyone can cultivate. Because, as Bianca puts it, “…pressure doesn't go away as you grow.”
“But when you learn to regulate yourself, you stop transmitting that pressure to everyone around you.”
When I first read that, I felt it in my chest. I thought about all the times I’ve failed as a lover, partner, husband, team member, airman, leader, son, brother, and human being.
Every single time, I transmitted my pressure to others. I’ve created suffering for the people who love me the most. Those who trusted me, those to whom I was responsible.
Typing this now, I notice shame arising. But I also notice gratitude. Because I have the tools to do better, to be better.
I have the tools to live according to my values. To be the way I truly want to be.
That’s freedom.
I wrote about some of these tools a few months ago: https://d3e.co/y6
And Bianca’s newsletter reminds me why I use them. In the attached cheat sheet, she lays out the key differences between reactive vs regulated leadership.
In it, I see how I *can* be and how I *want to* be. How I’m working hard to be.
And honestly, Bianca’s newsletter helps. So if this resonates you on any level, I encourage you to subscribe: https://d3e.co/y7
Thank you Bianca for your deep inspiration. And thank you, dear one, for taking the time to read this.
Keep taking care of yourself. You’re unconditionally worth it 😉
#SelfCare #ConsciousLeadership #leadership #mindfulness #EQ #empathy
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“Stop leading on autopilot: here's what to do instead.” Notes from Bianca Gfrei’s newsletter
The quote above was the subject line. That was a newsletter I had to read.
I’ve been struggling with autopilot for years, mostly without even knowing. But on April 7, 2014, I woke up hungover in a Warsaw hotel room - disheveled and looking into the angry, disappointed eyes of my (now ex-) girlfriend.
That was the moment I realized I’d been living my whole life on autopilot. That was also the moment when I decided to stop. It was so important that I had it tattooed on my arm as a reminder.
No more autopilot. Live consciously.
BE HERE NOW.
This is why Bianca’s transmission landed so completely for me. In one email, she summarizes some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years.
It opens with an honest question:
“When pressure rises (and it always does) what happens in you first?
Do you pause?
Or do you [react] before you've even realized you're [reacting]?”For me, this is the core of everything. Osho talks about reacting vs. responding.
When we react, we’re in autopilot. Our ego is in control.
But when we pause, we can take the time to respond. That’s where we embody our values. That’s where we speak and behave authentically.
Quantum physicist Dr. Amit Goswami describes it as conditioning vs our authentic self. We *react* from conditioning, we *respond* from our authentic self.
So in my opinion, that pause is probably the most powerful skill anyone can cultivate. Because, as Bianca puts it, “…pressure doesn't go away as you grow.”
“But when you learn to regulate yourself, you stop transmitting that pressure to everyone around you.”
When I first read that, I felt it in my chest. I thought about all the times I’ve failed as a lover, partner, husband, team member, airman, leader, son, brother, and human being.
Every single time, I transmitted my pressure to others. I’ve created suffering for the people who love me the most. Those who trusted me, those to whom I was responsible.
Typing this now, I notice shame arising. But I also notice gratitude. Because I have the tools to do better, to be better.
I have the tools to live according to my values. To be the way I truly want to be.
That’s freedom.
I wrote about some of these tools a few months ago: https://d3e.co/y6
And Bianca’s newsletter reminds me why I use them. In the attached cheat sheet, she lays out the key differences between reactive vs regulated leadership.
In it, I see how I *can* be and how I *want to* be. How I’m working hard to be.
And honestly, Bianca’s newsletter helps. So if this resonates you on any level, I encourage you to subscribe: https://d3e.co/y7
Thank you Bianca for your deep inspiration. And thank you, dear one, for taking the time to read this.
Keep taking care of yourself. You’re unconditionally worth it 😉
#SelfCare #ConsciousLeadership #leadership #mindfulness #EQ #empathy
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“Stop leading on autopilot: here's what to do instead.” Notes from Bianca Gfrei’s newsletter
The quote above was the subject line. That was a newsletter I had to read.
I’ve been struggling with autopilot for years, mostly without even knowing. But on April 7, 2014, I woke up hungover in a Warsaw hotel room - disheveled and looking into the angry, disappointed eyes of my (now ex-) girlfriend.
That was the moment I realized I’d been living my whole life on autopilot. That was also the moment when I decided to stop. It was so important that I had it tattooed on my arm as a reminder.
No more autopilot. Live consciously.
BE HERE NOW.
This is why Bianca’s transmission landed so completely for me. In one email, she summarizes some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years.
It opens with an honest question:
“When pressure rises (and it always does) what happens in you first?
Do you pause?
Or do you [react] before you've even realized you're [reacting]?”For me, this is the core of everything. Osho talks about reacting vs. responding.
When we react, we’re in autopilot. Our ego is in control.
But when we pause, we can take the time to respond. That’s where we embody our values. That’s where we speak and behave authentically.
Quantum physicist Dr. Amit Goswami describes it as conditioning vs our authentic self. We *react* from conditioning, we *respond* from our authentic self.
So in my opinion, that pause is probably the most powerful skill anyone can cultivate. Because, as Bianca puts it, “…pressure doesn't go away as you grow.”
“But when you learn to regulate yourself, you stop transmitting that pressure to everyone around you.”
When I first read that, I felt it in my chest. I thought about all the times I’ve failed as a lover, partner, husband, team member, airman, leader, son, brother, and human being.
Every single time, I transmitted my pressure to others. I’ve created suffering for the people who love me the most. Those who trusted me, those to whom I was responsible.
Typing this now, I notice shame arising. But I also notice gratitude. Because I have the tools to do better, to be better.
I have the tools to live according to my values. To be the way I truly want to be.
That’s freedom.
I wrote about some of these tools a few months ago: https://d3e.co/y6
And Bianca’s newsletter reminds me why I use them. In the attached cheat sheet, she lays out the key differences between reactive vs regulated leadership.
In it, I see how I *can* be and how I *want to* be. How I’m working hard to be.
And honestly, Bianca’s newsletter helps. So if this resonates you on any level, I encourage you to subscribe: https://d3e.co/y7
Thank you Bianca for your deep inspiration. And thank you, dear one, for taking the time to read this.
Keep taking care of yourself. You’re unconditionally worth it 😉
#SelfCare #ConsciousLeadership #leadership #mindfulness #EQ #empathy
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“Stop leading on autopilot: here's what to do instead.” Notes from Bianca Gfrei’s newsletter
The quote above was the subject line. That was a newsletter I had to read.
I’ve been struggling with autopilot for years, mostly without even knowing. But on April 7, 2014, I woke up hungover in a Warsaw hotel room - disheveled and looking into the angry, disappointed eyes of my (now ex-) girlfriend.
That was the moment I realized I’d been living my whole life on autopilot. That was also the moment when I decided to stop. It was so important that I had it tattooed on my arm as a reminder.
No more autopilot. Live consciously.
BE HERE NOW.
This is why Bianca’s transmission landed so completely for me. In one email, she summarizes some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years.
It opens with an honest question:
“When pressure rises (and it always does) what happens in you first?
Do you pause?
Or do you [react] before you've even realized you're [reacting]?”For me, this is the core of everything. Osho talks about reacting vs. responding.
When we react, we’re in autopilot. Our ego is in control.
But when we pause, we can take the time to respond. That’s where we embody our values. That’s where we speak and behave authentically.
Quantum physicist Dr. Amit Goswami describes it as conditioning vs our authentic self. We *react* from conditioning, we *respond* from our authentic self.
So in my opinion, that pause is probably the most powerful skill anyone can cultivate. Because, as Bianca puts it, “…pressure doesn't go away as you grow.”
“But when you learn to regulate yourself, you stop transmitting that pressure to everyone around you.”
When I first read that, I felt it in my chest. I thought about all the times I’ve failed as a lover, partner, husband, team member, airman, leader, son, brother, and human being.
Every single time, I transmitted my pressure to others. I’ve created suffering for the people who love me the most. Those who trusted me, those to whom I was responsible.
Typing this now, I notice shame arising. But I also notice gratitude. Because I have the tools to do better, to be better.
I have the tools to live according to my values. To be the way I truly want to be.
That’s freedom.
I wrote about some of these tools a few months ago: https://d3e.co/y6
And Bianca’s newsletter reminds me why I use them. In the attached cheat sheet, she lays out the key differences between reactive vs regulated leadership.
In it, I see how I *can* be and how I *want to* be. How I’m working hard to be.
And honestly, Bianca’s newsletter helps. So if this resonates you on any level, I encourage you to subscribe: https://d3e.co/y7
Thank you Bianca for your deep inspiration. And thank you, dear one, for taking the time to read this.
Keep taking care of yourself. You’re unconditionally worth it 😉
#SelfCare #ConsciousLeadership #leadership #mindfulness #EQ #empathy
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“Stop leading on autopilot: here's what to do instead.” Notes from Bianca Gfrei’s newsletter
The quote above was the subject line. That was a newsletter I had to read.
I’ve been struggling with autopilot for years, mostly without even knowing. But on April 7, 2014, I woke up hungover in a Warsaw hotel room - disheveled and looking into the angry, disappointed eyes of my (now ex-) girlfriend.
That was the moment I realized I’d been living my whole life on autopilot. That was also the moment when I decided to stop. It was so important that I had it tattooed on my arm as a reminder.
No more autopilot. Live consciously.
BE HERE NOW.
This is why Bianca’s transmission landed so completely for me. In one email, she summarizes some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years.
It opens with an honest question:
“When pressure rises (and it always does) what happens in you first?
Do you pause?
Or do you [react] before you've even realized you're [reacting]?”For me, this is the core of everything. Osho talks about reacting vs. responding.
When we react, we’re in autopilot. Our ego is in control.
But when we pause, we can take the time to respond. That’s where we embody our values. That’s where we speak and behave authentically.
Quantum physicist Dr. Amit Goswami describes it as conditioning vs our authentic self. We *react* from conditioning, we *respond* from our authentic self.
So in my opinion, that pause is probably the most powerful skill anyone can cultivate. Because, as Bianca puts it, “…pressure doesn't go away as you grow.”
“But when you learn to regulate yourself, you stop transmitting that pressure to everyone around you.”
When I first read that, I felt it in my chest. I thought about all the times I’ve failed as a lover, partner, husband, team member, airman, leader, son, brother, and human being.
Every single time, I transmitted my pressure to others. I’ve created suffering for the people who love me the most. Those who trusted me, those to whom I was responsible.
Typing this now, I notice shame arising. But I also notice gratitude. Because I have the tools to do better, to be better.
I have the tools to live according to my values. To be the way I truly want to be.
That’s freedom.
I wrote about some of these tools a few months ago: https://d3e.co/y6
And Bianca’s newsletter reminds me why I use them. In the attached cheat sheet, she lays out the key differences between reactive vs regulated leadership.
In it, I see how I *can* be and how I *want to* be. How I’m working hard to be.
And honestly, Bianca’s newsletter helps. So if this resonates you on any level, I encourage you to subscribe: https://d3e.co/y7
Thank you Bianca for your deep inspiration. And thank you, dear one, for taking the time to read this.
Keep taking care of yourself. You’re unconditionally worth it 😉
#SelfCare #ConsciousLeadership #leadership #mindfulness #EQ #empathy
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Stored Sun: What a Book Actually Is
Ask ten readers what a book is and you will get ten metaphors and no definitions. A mirror, they say, or a door, or a passageway with footfalls behind it. The metaphors flatter the reader and obscure the object. None of them tell you what is sitting on your shelf, dark and patient, while you sleep. Here is the answer. A book is stored sun.
The metaphor is chemical before it is literary, and the chemistry has to be tracked first. Sunlight strikes a leaf. The leaf converts photons into glucose, glucose into cellulose, cellulose into the trunk of an oak. The oak is felled, pulped, pressed, and dried into paper. Onto the paper a writer presses ink, which is itself a colloidal suspension of carbon, and the carbon was once a forest, and the forest was once sunlight. The page in your hand is a sealed battery of solar energy, harvested over years and stacked into a form that can sit on a shelf for centuries without losing charge. An ebook does the same work on a different substrate, since the electricity behind a screen is also stored sun routed through coal, gas, photovoltaics, or rivers turning turbines. The storage changes form; the storage remains storage.
That much is the easy part. The harder part follows. A book stored on a shelf is sun stored in cellulose, though the book itself has not yet happened. The volume on the shelf is fuel waiting for ignition. Reading is the act of combustion. The reader spends attention, and attention is itself a metabolic process powered by glucose, which the reader’s body extracted from food, which was once a plant, which was once sunlight. So reading is the meeting of two solar archives: the one sealed into the page and the one circulating in the reader’s bloodstream. Two captured suns burn against each other for the duration of the reading, and what comes off the reaction is meaning.
Now you understand why a closed book on a shelf is silent. It is dark fuel. The performance has not begun. The score sits unplayed. Nelson Goodman argued in Languages of Art that a musical work exists only in performance, and the printed score is a set of instructions for triggering the work. He was right about music and he was right about books, though he did not press the case as far as it goes. A book is a score for a private performance held inside one consciousness at a time. No two performances match. The same reader cannot perform the same book twice in identical fashion. Hamlet at twenty and Hamlet at fifty are different Hamlets, played on different instruments by the same hand, and the score has not changed a syllable.
If a book is stored sun, then writing is the act of catching the light before it disperses, and reading is the act of releasing it years or centuries later. This explains the gravity of the encounter. When a reader in 2026 opens the Iliad, the photons that fed the wheat that fed the scribe who first wrote it down were burned in the Bronze Age. The energy that produced the original text has long since dissipated into entropy, and yet the pattern survives, copied across substrates, waiting. The reader’s attention strikes the dormant pattern and the pattern wakes up. Homer is dead. Homer’s sun is still warm.
What gives books their particular weight is the one-way structure of the encounter. A writer always precedes a reader, and a reader can never reply. You can receive a message from a Sumerian scribe. That scribe cannot receive your reply, and neither can Cervantes, and neither can your grandmother who left you her annotated copy of Middlemarch. Books let the dead argue. Living writers answer the dead in their own books, and so the long conversation of literature continues, but the original speaker never receives the reply. Joyce answered Homer; Homer never read Joyce. This asymmetry is what turns reading into something heavier than information transfer. It is communion across the only barrier no living person has crossed.
The implications should change how writers work. If you are a writer, you are sealing solar energy into a substrate that will wait for readers you will never meet. The act has a longer half-life than your career and a shorter one than the language you write in, and you have no control over when or whether the seal breaks. Most books go unread and the sun stays buried. A few books find readers and burn for centuries. You cannot know in advance which kind you are writing, and the question of whether your work was worth the cellulose is decided after you are dead, by people whose names you will never learn.
The implications should also change how readers read. A casual reader treats a book as a consumable. A serious reader treats a book as an inheritance. Every volume on your shelf is a deposit of energy that someone, somewhere, took the trouble to seal in for you, often at great personal cost, often without any expectation of reaching you in particular. To leave such a book unread is to leave the sun buried. To read it badly, distractedly, with half attention, is to burn the fuel without producing heat. The fault is the reader’s, and the loss belongs to the reader, and to the civilization that would have benefited from the reading.
A critic could press here. If a book is stored sun, then book burning is the literal release of that sun, and the metaphor has supplied the justification rather than the indictment. The objection collapses on inspection. Reading and burning both release stored solar energy from the substrate; they differ in what becomes of the pattern. Reading transfers the pattern into a living mind, where it can be re-stored, retransmitted, and read again by readers the burner will never meet. Burning converts the pattern into ambient heat that dissipates within hours and recovers nothing. The reader conserves; the burner wastes.
Book burning comes in two forms, and the difference matters. When the pattern exists in many copies, burning is theater: the Nazis at Opernplatz on May 10, 1933 burned tens of thousands of books while knowing copies survived in libraries across Europe and the Americas, so the fire was a performance for the watching crowd rather than an act of destruction. When the pattern exists in few copies or only one, burning is murder: Diego de Landa burned a great number of Mayan codices at Maní in 1562, and across all such purges only four pre-Columbian Mayan books are known to have survived anywhere in the world, so most of a written civilization went into smoke that afternoon and never came back. Both kinds of burning confirm the metaphor instead of refuting it. Theater burning recognizes that books carry power dangerous enough to be performed against. Murder burning recognizes that books carry knowledge worth eliminating. Heinrich Heine, whose own work burned at Opernplatz, had written more than a century earlier that where they burn books they will in the end burn people. He was right because the burner already understands what the metaphor proposes. The burner treats books as if they were alive, and the burner is correct that books are alive. About what to do next, the burner is wrong.
Return to the metaphors I started with and watch them collapse. A mirror lets the reader off the hook by suggesting the reader is the subject, when the reader is in fact the combustion chamber. Doors imply that the destination preexists the trip, when the destination is manufactured during the reading. The passageway with footfalls comes closest, because reading is haunted, though the metaphor still mistakes the book for architecture when the book is an event.
A book is stored sun. It sits on the shelf and waits for a reader willing to spend attention against it. When the reader arrives, the seal breaks, and the light that has been waiting for years or centuries enters a living mind for the duration of the reading. The reader closes the book, the seal reforms, and the light goes back into storage to wait for the next reader. A library is a solar archive. Reading is the only known method of releasing what is stored there. The dead cannot be answered, but they can be read, and reading is the closest thing the species has invented to bringing the dead back into the room.
Take care of your books. They are warmer than you think.
#books #empathy #knowing #learning #literature #power #publishing #reading #sun #writing -
Stored Sun: What a Book Actually Is
Ask ten readers what a book is and you will get ten metaphors and no definitions. A mirror, they say, or a door, or a passageway with footfalls behind it. The metaphors flatter the reader and obscure the object. None of them tell you what is sitting on your shelf, dark and patient, while you sleep. Here is the answer. A book is stored sun.
The metaphor is chemical before it is literary, and the chemistry has to be tracked first. Sunlight strikes a leaf. The leaf converts photons into glucose, glucose into cellulose, cellulose into the trunk of an oak. The oak is felled, pulped, pressed, and dried into paper. Onto the paper a writer presses ink, which is itself a colloidal suspension of carbon, and the carbon was once a forest, and the forest was once sunlight. The page in your hand is a sealed battery of solar energy, harvested over years and stacked into a form that can sit on a shelf for centuries without losing charge. An ebook does the same work on a different substrate, since the electricity behind a screen is also stored sun routed through coal, gas, photovoltaics, or rivers turning turbines. The storage changes form; the storage remains storage.
That much is the easy part. The harder part follows. A book stored on a shelf is sun stored in cellulose, though the book itself has not yet happened. The volume on the shelf is fuel waiting for ignition. Reading is the act of combustion. The reader spends attention, and attention is itself a metabolic process powered by glucose, which the reader’s body extracted from food, which was once a plant, which was once sunlight. So reading is the meeting of two solar archives: the one sealed into the page and the one circulating in the reader’s bloodstream. Two captured suns burn against each other for the duration of the reading, and what comes off the reaction is meaning.
Now you understand why a closed book on a shelf is silent. It is dark fuel. The performance has not begun. The score sits unplayed. Nelson Goodman argued in Languages of Art that a musical work exists only in performance, and the printed score is a set of instructions for triggering the work. He was right about music and he was right about books, though he did not press the case as far as it goes. A book is a score for a private performance held inside one consciousness at a time. No two performances match. The same reader cannot perform the same book twice in identical fashion. Hamlet at twenty and Hamlet at fifty are different Hamlets, played on different instruments by the same hand, and the score has not changed a syllable.
If a book is stored sun, then writing is the act of catching the light before it disperses, and reading is the act of releasing it years or centuries later. This explains the gravity of the encounter. When a reader in 2026 opens the Iliad, the photons that fed the wheat that fed the scribe who first wrote it down were burned in the Bronze Age. The energy that produced the original text has long since dissipated into entropy, and yet the pattern survives, copied across substrates, waiting. The reader’s attention strikes the dormant pattern and the pattern wakes up. Homer is dead. Homer’s sun is still warm.
What gives books their particular weight is the one-way structure of the encounter. A writer always precedes a reader, and a reader can never reply. You can receive a message from a Sumerian scribe. That scribe cannot receive your reply, and neither can Cervantes, and neither can your grandmother who left you her annotated copy of Middlemarch. Books let the dead argue. Living writers answer the dead in their own books, and so the long conversation of literature continues, but the original speaker never receives the reply. Joyce answered Homer; Homer never read Joyce. This asymmetry is what turns reading into something heavier than information transfer. It is communion across the only barrier no living person has crossed.
The implications should change how writers work. If you are a writer, you are sealing solar energy into a substrate that will wait for readers you will never meet. The act has a longer half-life than your career and a shorter one than the language you write in, and you have no control over when or whether the seal breaks. Most books go unread and the sun stays buried. A few books find readers and burn for centuries. You cannot know in advance which kind you are writing, and the question of whether your work was worth the cellulose is decided after you are dead, by people whose names you will never learn.
The implications should also change how readers read. A casual reader treats a book as a consumable. A serious reader treats a book as an inheritance. Every volume on your shelf is a deposit of energy that someone, somewhere, took the trouble to seal in for you, often at great personal cost, often without any expectation of reaching you in particular. To leave such a book unread is to leave the sun buried. To read it badly, distractedly, with half attention, is to burn the fuel without producing heat. The fault is the reader’s, and the loss belongs to the reader, and to the civilization that would have benefited from the reading.
A critic could press here. If a book is stored sun, then book burning is the literal release of that sun, and the metaphor has supplied the justification rather than the indictment. The objection collapses on inspection. Reading and burning both release stored solar energy from the substrate; they differ in what becomes of the pattern. Reading transfers the pattern into a living mind, where it can be re-stored, retransmitted, and read again by readers the burner will never meet. Burning converts the pattern into ambient heat that dissipates within hours and recovers nothing. The reader conserves; the burner wastes.
Book burning comes in two forms, and the difference matters. When the pattern exists in many copies, burning is theater: the Nazis at Opernplatz on May 10, 1933 burned tens of thousands of books while knowing copies survived in libraries across Europe and the Americas, so the fire was a performance for the watching crowd rather than an act of destruction. When the pattern exists in few copies or only one, burning is murder: Diego de Landa burned a great number of Mayan codices at Maní in 1562, and across all such purges only four pre-Columbian Mayan books are known to have survived anywhere in the world, so most of a written civilization went into smoke that afternoon and never came back. Both kinds of burning confirm the metaphor instead of refuting it. Theater burning recognizes that books carry power dangerous enough to be performed against. Murder burning recognizes that books carry knowledge worth eliminating. Heinrich Heine, whose own work burned at Opernplatz, had written more than a century earlier that where they burn books they will in the end burn people. He was right because the burner already understands what the metaphor proposes. The burner treats books as if they were alive, and the burner is correct that books are alive. About what to do next, the burner is wrong.
Return to the metaphors I started with and watch them collapse. A mirror lets the reader off the hook by suggesting the reader is the subject, when the reader is in fact the combustion chamber. Doors imply that the destination preexists the trip, when the destination is manufactured during the reading. The passageway with footfalls comes closest, because reading is haunted, though the metaphor still mistakes the book for architecture when the book is an event.
A book is stored sun. It sits on the shelf and waits for a reader willing to spend attention against it. When the reader arrives, the seal breaks, and the light that has been waiting for years or centuries enters a living mind for the duration of the reading. The reader closes the book, the seal reforms, and the light goes back into storage to wait for the next reader. A library is a solar archive. Reading is the only known method of releasing what is stored there. The dead cannot be answered, but they can be read, and reading is the closest thing the species has invented to bringing the dead back into the room.
Take care of your books. They are warmer than you think.
#books #empathy #knowing #learning #literature #power #publishing #reading #sun #writing -
Stored Sun: What a Book Actually Is
Ask ten readers what a book is and you will get ten metaphors and no definitions. A mirror, they say, or a door, or a passageway with footfalls behind it. The metaphors flatter the reader and obscure the object. None of them tell you what is sitting on your shelf, dark and patient, while you sleep. Here is the answer. A book is stored sun.
The metaphor is chemical before it is literary, and the chemistry has to be tracked first. Sunlight strikes a leaf. The leaf converts photons into glucose, glucose into cellulose, cellulose into the trunk of an oak. The oak is felled, pulped, pressed, and dried into paper. Onto the paper a writer presses ink, which is itself a colloidal suspension of carbon, and the carbon was once a forest, and the forest was once sunlight. The page in your hand is a sealed battery of solar energy, harvested over years and stacked into a form that can sit on a shelf for centuries without losing charge. An ebook does the same work on a different substrate, since the electricity behind a screen is also stored sun routed through coal, gas, photovoltaics, or rivers turning turbines. The storage changes form; the storage remains storage.
That much is the easy part. The harder part follows. A book stored on a shelf is sun stored in cellulose, though the book itself has not yet happened. The volume on the shelf is fuel waiting for ignition. Reading is the act of combustion. The reader spends attention, and attention is itself a metabolic process powered by glucose, which the reader’s body extracted from food, which was once a plant, which was once sunlight. So reading is the meeting of two solar archives: the one sealed into the page and the one circulating in the reader’s bloodstream. Two captured suns burn against each other for the duration of the reading, and what comes off the reaction is meaning.
Now you understand why a closed book on a shelf is silent. It is dark fuel. The performance has not begun. The score sits unplayed. Nelson Goodman argued in Languages of Art that a musical work exists only in performance, and the printed score is a set of instructions for triggering the work. He was right about music and he was right about books, though he did not press the case as far as it goes. A book is a score for a private performance held inside one consciousness at a time. No two performances match. The same reader cannot perform the same book twice in identical fashion. Hamlet at twenty and Hamlet at fifty are different Hamlets, played on different instruments by the same hand, and the score has not changed a syllable.
If a book is stored sun, then writing is the act of catching the light before it disperses, and reading is the act of releasing it years or centuries later. This explains the gravity of the encounter. When a reader in 2026 opens the Iliad, the photons that fed the wheat that fed the scribe who first wrote it down were burned in the Bronze Age. The energy that produced the original text has long since dissipated into entropy, and yet the pattern survives, copied across substrates, waiting. The reader’s attention strikes the dormant pattern and the pattern wakes up. Homer is dead. Homer’s sun is still warm.
What gives books their particular weight is the one-way structure of the encounter. A writer always precedes a reader, and a reader can never reply. You can receive a message from a Sumerian scribe. That scribe cannot receive your reply, and neither can Cervantes, and neither can your grandmother who left you her annotated copy of Middlemarch. Books let the dead argue. Living writers answer the dead in their own books, and so the long conversation of literature continues, but the original speaker never receives the reply. Joyce answered Homer; Homer never read Joyce. This asymmetry is what turns reading into something heavier than information transfer. It is communion across the only barrier no living person has crossed.
The implications should change how writers work. If you are a writer, you are sealing solar energy into a substrate that will wait for readers you will never meet. The act has a longer half-life than your career and a shorter one than the language you write in, and you have no control over when or whether the seal breaks. Most books go unread and the sun stays buried. A few books find readers and burn for centuries. You cannot know in advance which kind you are writing, and the question of whether your work was worth the cellulose is decided after you are dead, by people whose names you will never learn.
The implications should also change how readers read. A casual reader treats a book as a consumable. A serious reader treats a book as an inheritance. Every volume on your shelf is a deposit of energy that someone, somewhere, took the trouble to seal in for you, often at great personal cost, often without any expectation of reaching you in particular. To leave such a book unread is to leave the sun buried. To read it badly, distractedly, with half attention, is to burn the fuel without producing heat. The fault is the reader’s, and the loss belongs to the reader, and to the civilization that would have benefited from the reading.
A critic could press here. If a book is stored sun, then book burning is the literal release of that sun, and the metaphor has supplied the justification rather than the indictment. The objection collapses on inspection. Reading and burning both release stored solar energy from the substrate; they differ in what becomes of the pattern. Reading transfers the pattern into a living mind, where it can be re-stored, retransmitted, and read again by readers the burner will never meet. Burning converts the pattern into ambient heat that dissipates within hours and recovers nothing. The reader conserves; the burner wastes.
Book burning comes in two forms, and the difference matters. When the pattern exists in many copies, burning is theater: the Nazis at Opernplatz on May 10, 1933 burned tens of thousands of books while knowing copies survived in libraries across Europe and the Americas, so the fire was a performance for the watching crowd rather than an act of destruction. When the pattern exists in few copies or only one, burning is murder: Diego de Landa burned a great number of Mayan codices at Maní in 1562, and across all such purges only four pre-Columbian Mayan books are known to have survived anywhere in the world, so most of a written civilization went into smoke that afternoon and never came back. Both kinds of burning confirm the metaphor instead of refuting it. Theater burning recognizes that books carry power dangerous enough to be performed against. Murder burning recognizes that books carry knowledge worth eliminating. Heinrich Heine, whose own work burned at Opernplatz, had written more than a century earlier that where they burn books they will in the end burn people. He was right because the burner already understands what the metaphor proposes. The burner treats books as if they were alive, and the burner is correct that books are alive. About what to do next, the burner is wrong.
Return to the metaphors I started with and watch them collapse. A mirror lets the reader off the hook by suggesting the reader is the subject, when the reader is in fact the combustion chamber. Doors imply that the destination preexists the trip, when the destination is manufactured during the reading. The passageway with footfalls comes closest, because reading is haunted, though the metaphor still mistakes the book for architecture when the book is an event.
A book is stored sun. It sits on the shelf and waits for a reader willing to spend attention against it. When the reader arrives, the seal breaks, and the light that has been waiting for years or centuries enters a living mind for the duration of the reading. The reader closes the book, the seal reforms, and the light goes back into storage to wait for the next reader. A library is a solar archive. Reading is the only known method of releasing what is stored there. The dead cannot be answered, but they can be read, and reading is the closest thing the species has invented to bringing the dead back into the room.
Take care of your books. They are warmer than you think.
#books #empathy #knowing #learning #literature #power #publishing #reading #sun #writing -
Stored Sun: What a Book Actually Is
Ask ten readers what a book is and you will get ten metaphors and no definitions. A mirror, they say, or a door, or a passageway with footfalls behind it. The metaphors flatter the reader and obscure the object. None of them tell you what is sitting on your shelf, dark and patient, while you sleep. Here is the answer. A book is stored sun.
The metaphor is chemical before it is literary, and the chemistry has to be tracked first. Sunlight strikes a leaf. The leaf converts photons into glucose, glucose into cellulose, cellulose into the trunk of an oak. The oak is felled, pulped, pressed, and dried into paper. Onto the paper a writer presses ink, which is itself a colloidal suspension of carbon, and the carbon was once a forest, and the forest was once sunlight. The page in your hand is a sealed battery of solar energy, harvested over years and stacked into a form that can sit on a shelf for centuries without losing charge. An ebook does the same work on a different substrate, since the electricity behind a screen is also stored sun routed through coal, gas, photovoltaics, or rivers turning turbines. The storage changes form; the storage remains storage.
That much is the easy part. The harder part follows. A book stored on a shelf is sun stored in cellulose, though the book itself has not yet happened. The volume on the shelf is fuel waiting for ignition. Reading is the act of combustion. The reader spends attention, and attention is itself a metabolic process powered by glucose, which the reader’s body extracted from food, which was once a plant, which was once sunlight. So reading is the meeting of two solar archives: the one sealed into the page and the one circulating in the reader’s bloodstream. Two captured suns burn against each other for the duration of the reading, and what comes off the reaction is meaning.
Now you understand why a closed book on a shelf is silent. It is dark fuel. The performance has not begun. The score sits unplayed. Nelson Goodman argued in Languages of Art that a musical work exists only in performance, and the printed score is a set of instructions for triggering the work. He was right about music and he was right about books, though he did not press the case as far as it goes. A book is a score for a private performance held inside one consciousness at a time. No two performances match. The same reader cannot perform the same book twice in identical fashion. Hamlet at twenty and Hamlet at fifty are different Hamlets, played on different instruments by the same hand, and the score has not changed a syllable.
If a book is stored sun, then writing is the act of catching the light before it disperses, and reading is the act of releasing it years or centuries later. This explains the gravity of the encounter. When a reader in 2026 opens the Iliad, the photons that fed the wheat that fed the scribe who first wrote it down were burned in the Bronze Age. The energy that produced the original text has long since dissipated into entropy, and yet the pattern survives, copied across substrates, waiting. The reader’s attention strikes the dormant pattern and the pattern wakes up. Homer is dead. Homer’s sun is still warm.
What gives books their particular weight is the one-way structure of the encounter. A writer always precedes a reader, and a reader can never reply. You can receive a message from a Sumerian scribe. That scribe cannot receive your reply, and neither can Cervantes, and neither can your grandmother who left you her annotated copy of Middlemarch. Books let the dead argue. Living writers answer the dead in their own books, and so the long conversation of literature continues, but the original speaker never receives the reply. Joyce answered Homer; Homer never read Joyce. This asymmetry is what turns reading into something heavier than information transfer. It is communion across the only barrier no living person has crossed.
The implications should change how writers work. If you are a writer, you are sealing solar energy into a substrate that will wait for readers you will never meet. The act has a longer half-life than your career and a shorter one than the language you write in, and you have no control over when or whether the seal breaks. Most books go unread and the sun stays buried. A few books find readers and burn for centuries. You cannot know in advance which kind you are writing, and the question of whether your work was worth the cellulose is decided after you are dead, by people whose names you will never learn.
The implications should also change how readers read. A casual reader treats a book as a consumable. A serious reader treats a book as an inheritance. Every volume on your shelf is a deposit of energy that someone, somewhere, took the trouble to seal in for you, often at great personal cost, often without any expectation of reaching you in particular. To leave such a book unread is to leave the sun buried. To read it badly, distractedly, with half attention, is to burn the fuel without producing heat. The fault is the reader’s, and the loss belongs to the reader, and to the civilization that would have benefited from the reading.
A critic could press here. If a book is stored sun, then book burning is the literal release of that sun, and the metaphor has supplied the justification rather than the indictment. The objection collapses on inspection. Reading and burning both release stored solar energy from the substrate; they differ in what becomes of the pattern. Reading transfers the pattern into a living mind, where it can be re-stored, retransmitted, and read again by readers the burner will never meet. Burning converts the pattern into ambient heat that dissipates within hours and recovers nothing. The reader conserves; the burner wastes.
Book burning comes in two forms, and the difference matters. When the pattern exists in many copies, burning is theater: the Nazis at Opernplatz on May 10, 1933 burned tens of thousands of books while knowing copies survived in libraries across Europe and the Americas, so the fire was a performance for the watching crowd rather than an act of destruction. When the pattern exists in few copies or only one, burning is murder: Diego de Landa burned a great number of Mayan codices at Maní in 1562, and across all such purges only four pre-Columbian Mayan books are known to have survived anywhere in the world, so most of a written civilization went into smoke that afternoon and never came back. Both kinds of burning confirm the metaphor instead of refuting it. Theater burning recognizes that books carry power dangerous enough to be performed against. Murder burning recognizes that books carry knowledge worth eliminating. Heinrich Heine, whose own work burned at Opernplatz, had written more than a century earlier that where they burn books they will in the end burn people. He was right because the burner already understands what the metaphor proposes. The burner treats books as if they were alive, and the burner is correct that books are alive. About what to do next, the burner is wrong.
Return to the metaphors I started with and watch them collapse. A mirror lets the reader off the hook by suggesting the reader is the subject, when the reader is in fact the combustion chamber. Doors imply that the destination preexists the trip, when the destination is manufactured during the reading. The passageway with footfalls comes closest, because reading is haunted, though the metaphor still mistakes the book for architecture when the book is an event.
A book is stored sun. It sits on the shelf and waits for a reader willing to spend attention against it. When the reader arrives, the seal breaks, and the light that has been waiting for years or centuries enters a living mind for the duration of the reading. The reader closes the book, the seal reforms, and the light goes back into storage to wait for the next reader. A library is a solar archive. Reading is the only known method of releasing what is stored there. The dead cannot be answered, but they can be read, and reading is the closest thing the species has invented to bringing the dead back into the room.
Take care of your books. They are warmer than you think.
#books #empathy #knowing #learning #literature #power #publishing #reading #sun #writing -
Stored Sun: What a Book Actually Is
Ask ten readers what a book is and you will get ten metaphors and no definitions. A mirror, they say, or a door, or a passageway with footfalls behind it. The metaphors flatter the reader and obscure the object. None of them tell you what is sitting on your shelf, dark and patient, while you sleep. Here is the answer. A book is stored sun.
The metaphor is chemical before it is literary, and the chemistry has to be tracked first. Sunlight strikes a leaf. The leaf converts photons into glucose, glucose into cellulose, cellulose into the trunk of an oak. The oak is felled, pulped, pressed, and dried into paper. Onto the paper a writer presses ink, which is itself a colloidal suspension of carbon, and the carbon was once a forest, and the forest was once sunlight. The page in your hand is a sealed battery of solar energy, harvested over years and stacked into a form that can sit on a shelf for centuries without losing charge. An ebook does the same work on a different substrate, since the electricity behind a screen is also stored sun routed through coal, gas, photovoltaics, or rivers turning turbines. The storage changes form; the storage remains storage.
That much is the easy part. The harder part follows. A book stored on a shelf is sun stored in cellulose, though the book itself has not yet happened. The volume on the shelf is fuel waiting for ignition. Reading is the act of combustion. The reader spends attention, and attention is itself a metabolic process powered by glucose, which the reader’s body extracted from food, which was once a plant, which was once sunlight. So reading is the meeting of two solar archives: the one sealed into the page and the one circulating in the reader’s bloodstream. Two captured suns burn against each other for the duration of the reading, and what comes off the reaction is meaning.
Now you understand why a closed book on a shelf is silent. It is dark fuel. The performance has not begun. The score sits unplayed. Nelson Goodman argued in Languages of Art that a musical work exists only in performance, and the printed score is a set of instructions for triggering the work. He was right about music and he was right about books, though he did not press the case as far as it goes. A book is a score for a private performance held inside one consciousness at a time. No two performances match. The same reader cannot perform the same book twice in identical fashion. Hamlet at twenty and Hamlet at fifty are different Hamlets, played on different instruments by the same hand, and the score has not changed a syllable.
If a book is stored sun, then writing is the act of catching the light before it disperses, and reading is the act of releasing it years or centuries later. This explains the gravity of the encounter. When a reader in 2026 opens the Iliad, the photons that fed the wheat that fed the scribe who first wrote it down were burned in the Bronze Age. The energy that produced the original text has long since dissipated into entropy, and yet the pattern survives, copied across substrates, waiting. The reader’s attention strikes the dormant pattern and the pattern wakes up. Homer is dead. Homer’s sun is still warm.
What gives books their particular weight is the one-way structure of the encounter. A writer always precedes a reader, and a reader can never reply. You can receive a message from a Sumerian scribe. That scribe cannot receive your reply, and neither can Cervantes, and neither can your grandmother who left you her annotated copy of Middlemarch. Books let the dead argue. Living writers answer the dead in their own books, and so the long conversation of literature continues, but the original speaker never receives the reply. Joyce answered Homer; Homer never read Joyce. This asymmetry is what turns reading into something heavier than information transfer. It is communion across the only barrier no living person has crossed.
The implications should change how writers work. If you are a writer, you are sealing solar energy into a substrate that will wait for readers you will never meet. The act has a longer half-life than your career and a shorter one than the language you write in, and you have no control over when or whether the seal breaks. Most books go unread and the sun stays buried. A few books find readers and burn for centuries. You cannot know in advance which kind you are writing, and the question of whether your work was worth the cellulose is decided after you are dead, by people whose names you will never learn.
The implications should also change how readers read. A casual reader treats a book as a consumable. A serious reader treats a book as an inheritance. Every volume on your shelf is a deposit of energy that someone, somewhere, took the trouble to seal in for you, often at great personal cost, often without any expectation of reaching you in particular. To leave such a book unread is to leave the sun buried. To read it badly, distractedly, with half attention, is to burn the fuel without producing heat. The fault is the reader’s, and the loss belongs to the reader, and to the civilization that would have benefited from the reading.
A critic could press here. If a book is stored sun, then book burning is the literal release of that sun, and the metaphor has supplied the justification rather than the indictment. The objection collapses on inspection. Reading and burning both release stored solar energy from the substrate; they differ in what becomes of the pattern. Reading transfers the pattern into a living mind, where it can be re-stored, retransmitted, and read again by readers the burner will never meet. Burning converts the pattern into ambient heat that dissipates within hours and recovers nothing. The reader conserves; the burner wastes.
Book burning comes in two forms, and the difference matters. When the pattern exists in many copies, burning is theater: the Nazis at Opernplatz on May 10, 1933 burned tens of thousands of books while knowing copies survived in libraries across Europe and the Americas, so the fire was a performance for the watching crowd rather than an act of destruction. When the pattern exists in few copies or only one, burning is murder: Diego de Landa burned a great number of Mayan codices at Maní in 1562, and across all such purges only four pre-Columbian Mayan books are known to have survived anywhere in the world, so most of a written civilization went into smoke that afternoon and never came back. Both kinds of burning confirm the metaphor instead of refuting it. Theater burning recognizes that books carry power dangerous enough to be performed against. Murder burning recognizes that books carry knowledge worth eliminating. Heinrich Heine, whose own work burned at Opernplatz, had written more than a century earlier that where they burn books they will in the end burn people. He was right because the burner already understands what the metaphor proposes. The burner treats books as if they were alive, and the burner is correct that books are alive. About what to do next, the burner is wrong.
Return to the metaphors I started with and watch them collapse. A mirror lets the reader off the hook by suggesting the reader is the subject, when the reader is in fact the combustion chamber. Doors imply that the destination preexists the trip, when the destination is manufactured during the reading. The passageway with footfalls comes closest, because reading is haunted, though the metaphor still mistakes the book for architecture when the book is an event.
A book is stored sun. It sits on the shelf and waits for a reader willing to spend attention against it. When the reader arrives, the seal breaks, and the light that has been waiting for years or centuries enters a living mind for the duration of the reading. The reader closes the book, the seal reforms, and the light goes back into storage to wait for the next reader. A library is a solar archive. Reading is the only known method of releasing what is stored there. The dead cannot be answered, but they can be read, and reading is the closest thing the species has invented to bringing the dead back into the room.
Take care of your books. They are warmer than you think.
#books #empathy #knowing #learning #literature #power #publishing #reading #sun #writing -
> A brave leader is not someone who is armed with all the answers. A brave leader is not someone who can facilitate a flawless discussion on hard topics. A brave leader is someone who says *I see you. I hear you. I don't have all the answers, but I'm going to keep listening and asking questions.* We all have the capacity to do that. We all have the ability to foster empathy. If we want to do good work، it's imperative that we continue to flesh out these harder conversions, to push against secrecy, silence, and judgement.
Brené Brown, Dare to Lead (2018)
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> A brave leader is not someone who is armed with all the answers. A brave leader is not someone who can facilitate a flawless discussion on hard topics. A brave leader is someone who says *I see you. I hear you. I don't have all the answers, but I'm going to keep listening and asking questions.* We all have the capacity to do that. We all have the ability to foster empathy. If we want to do good work، it's imperative that we continue to flesh out these harder conversions, to push against secrecy, silence, and judgement.
Brené Brown, Dare to Lead (2018)
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> A brave leader is not someone who is armed with all the answers. A brave leader is not someone who can facilitate a flawless discussion on hard topics. A brave leader is someone who says *I see you. I hear you. I don't have all the answers, but I'm going to keep listening and asking questions.* We all have the capacity to do that. We all have the ability to foster empathy. If we want to do good work، it's imperative that we continue to flesh out these harder conversions, to push against secrecy, silence, and judgement.
Brené Brown, Dare to Lead (2018)
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First Main talk of #RustWeek:
The Language Of Empathy - by Taylor Cramer
"Human #empathy is critical to #Rust's success - but we can't rely on the borrow checker to catch our errors here." - Taylor Cramer
Honestly, there could have been no better choice for the opening talk than this, IMHO! Being an opening talk, it sets the framework for this whole conference. Empathy is #innovation!
Thank you Taylor Cramer and RustWeek organizers! ❤️
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First Main talk of #RustWeek:
The Language Of Empathy - by Taylor Cramer
"Human #empathy is critical to #Rust's success - but we can't rely on the borrow checker to catch our errors here." - Taylor Cramer
Honestly, there could have been no better choice for the opening talk than this, IMHO! Being an opening talk, it sets the framework for this whole conference. Empathy is #innovation!
Thank you Taylor Cramer and RustWeek organizers! ❤️
