The book you drown in, the book you are wrapped in right now. How you lose track of the world, lose track of all the other books, lose track of tomorrow, lose track of yourself, and yet find yourself on every page. In the astonishing book, A Beautiful Question (the book I am totally submerged in right now, when before that I was totally hypnotised by Patrick Ness’ Chaos Walking trilogy), Frank Wilczek asks: is God an artist? Was the starting principle an artist who wanted to make something beautiful? The appearance of number everywhere supports him.
Is there another theory? That the starting principle of the universe was a writer? Think not only of all the words in the world, but all the worlds in the words.
Anywhere. Anytime. Anything. With words.
If not, then perhaps it started when someone opened a pretty big, new book, and became immersed. Maybe the book is still being read. Maybe we are the book, we are the story. The universe, God, the big bang, whatever, is a reader.
How else do we explain the effect of not just one book, but every book, on our lives or just our moments, our feelings and imagination, our involvement with the world, our living?
Think about it. We don’t just get tricked once, we get tricked every time, every book. Every book is where we are, when where we were was the last book. Utterly inexplicable. Although there’s probably a book about it.
All your reading has been training you for this, the book you’re reading now, the words you’re reading now.
For your next profound, hypnotising, sick-grinning, value-shredding hundred mile-an-hour experience, may I at least offer you this 2016 ultra-tragedy as your next book?