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Literature Presents You With Alternate Mappings Of The Human Experience. You See That The Experiences Of Other People And Other Cultures Are As Rich, Coherent, And Troubled As Your Own Experiences. They Are As Beset With Suffering As Yours. Literature Is A Kind Of Legitimate Voyeurism Through The Keyhole Of Language Where You Really Come To Know Other People's Lives--their Anguish, Their Loves, Their Passions. Often You Discover That Once You Dive Into Those Lives And Get Below The Surface, The Veneer, There Is A Real Closeness.

Seeds Must Be Sown Everywhere. Only Some Will Bear Fruit. But There Would Not Be The Fruit From The Few Had The Many Not Been Sown

It Is Inconceivable To Me That A Million Or Three Million Or Half A Million Human Beings Will Think And Feel Precisely The Same Way On Any Single Subject.

But Today We Become Aware Of Other Readings Of The Human Experience Very Quickly Because Of The Media And The Speed With Which People Travel The Planet.

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...i Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing; But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something.