What is the point?. Why read books?. Why study them?. Why take English classes?. I’m glad you asked. I have an idea of the world of academics as one way into the Cosmic Dinner Table. The WHAT ?. The COSMIC DINNER TABLE. Maybe you weren’t even aware there was one.
They’re just sitting there chatting with each other throughout the ages.
There’s Aristotle, Shakespeare, the Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus, Vivaldi, Bach, and Picasso.
All just talking away.
Or they talk to many.
And some are somewhere in between.
Maybe you didn’t know about the cosmic human conversation.
Or see or learn or detect or intuit something. You will awaken to the world of ideas.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in his petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.”
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way– in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
As new geniuses come on the scene, they are given chairs of their own.
Some stay there forever, like Aristotle or Tolstoy.
Others come and go. It all depends on who listens to what they have to say.
“What’s that she just said?”
“What’s the proletariat?”
“I just don’t get Bernoulli’s principle. Can you get him to repeat it?”
“You call that a painting? It just looks like drops of paint to me.”