The early morning hours, when the mind is clear and conducive to deep thought, are typically spent commuting while watching videos on abstract topics. When swamped with pre-submission work and my judgment is impaired, even in the morning, I find it difficult to engage with complex discussions. The sound of a forest bath or a babbling brook marks my personal warning signal.
This morning's topic was 'I just don't understand people who read books.' The conversation endlessly revolved around the disadvantages of physical books compared to digital data and e-books. Professionally, I have often reflected on the merits of books, and I believe the satisfaction comes from engaging with information and stories while being stimulated by all senses except taste.
There seems to be 'something captivating' about people, and those who like books may enjoy the sensation of memories linked to the five senses.
After a period of silence following the provocative question, the conversation resumed with the remark, 'Does she not need data instead?' It was a flexible, humorously engaging response that caught my attention.
If we accept that interacting with objects, just like interacting with people, is valuable, then one might understand the feelings of those who are particular about physical books.
This excellent counter-question reset a seemingly disadvantaged debate, highlighting the charm that data cannot convey — the 'tangible reality' that can be touched. The conversation continued with, 'Perhaps people want to know the illogical aspects,' to which the reply was, 'Explaining these illogical aspects logically usually turns out to be a lie,' a quiet truth that resonated deeply.
It's not about being contrarian, but rather an understanding that human activities, which seem irrational, are actually based on rational thought. This insight was compelling.
The sensation of a moving story settling heavily in your hands as a physical book. The feel of the thickness between the pages you've read and those you haven't. Just like being unable to adequately explain why you love someone when asked, there exists an 'inexpressible attachment.' This may be one aspect of what makes us human.
