"before we fall asleep..."

We’re all busy. Meditating monks in their cells are busy. That’s adult life, filled to the ceiling with things that need doing. (It seems only children and the elderly aren’t plagued by lack of time—and notice how they enjoy their books, how their lives fill their eyes.) But every person has a space next to where they sleep, whether a patch of pavement or a fine bedside table. In that space, at night, a book can glow. And in those moments of docile wakefulness, when we begin to let go of the day, then is the perfect time to pick up a book and be someone else, somewhere else, for a few minutes, a few pages, before we fall asleep...


I'm far to busy to write anymore, but this is from Yaan Martel's letter to Stephen Harper. He sends him a book every two weeks and you can see them all if you click on the appropriately titled link somewhere to your right.

In six weeks I never have to sit in a lecture hall again and then hopefully I'll get back to this thing because life will be exciting and full of beaches and skydiving or something.