A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts
(still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One
glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps
someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the
author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to
you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding
together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one
another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can
work magic.
- Carl Sagan
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