For many, the rise of the internet has corresponded to a decline in visits to the bookstore/library. But sometimes a stroll through the volumes can be an interesting journey. Recently, as I walked through the library, I saw some eye-catching book covers, which were prominently displayed. Though I couldn’t help but notice them, I wasn’t really tempted to pick any of them up, and it occurred to me how little the cover of a book really matters. After all, the real value of any book is based on what is contained within. As I thought about my favorite books, I couldn’t even picture what their covers looked like, though I’d have no trouble describing how their content has impacted me over the years. I certainly couldn’t imagine getting rid of one of these simply because that cover was no longer in good shape. And as I pondered all this, it dawned on me that I feel the same way about my favorite people.
So true. Thanks