The nights have been bitterly cold: frozen hands (Little Match Girl), frozen hearts (Snow Queen), and Hard Times (the Charles Dickens variety). As Hans Christian Anderson wrote: "It was terribly cold and nearly dark..."
Are you searching for something? Warmth, life's meaning, reprieve from what ails us, and perhaps even what they like to call happiness? In the interplay of shadows and light, literature bring us brief glimpses of epiphany, truth, or enlightenment--in those (sometimes brief) moments of reflection.
Henry Rollins once wrote: "If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you. "
You you ever feel that you could capture that night... perhaps even find yourself enlightened by the flow of words that surrounds you? Perhaps you're greedily devouring the words. Discover, learn and grow. Is there any other way to live?
Henry Miller wrote: "I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul."
For all that the forthcoming days will hold, may books hold a great deal of splendor (and pleasure) for you--warm words to offer comfort and solace in hard times. Something about the indispensable flavor of words seem capable of any feat--even calming our fears and easing a broken heart. Capture night. Hold it in palm of hand.