I came to the startling realisation the other day: I can never read every book in the world. It’s the definition of impossible. I can never even read every book I’ve ever wanted to read.
I could quit my job and never work another day in my life. I still wouldn’t be able to read everything I want to read.
I’m pretty sure even if I could unhinge my jaw and swallow every book I came across and somehow read them that way I would never be able to read all the books in the world.
There is just not enough time in a day, not enough space in my library, not enough heartbeats in a lifetime.
Then I thought, my concept of mortality is strange, and went back to reading.
