A Tuesday, really hazy – but I had preemptly decided to spend the day painting my burrow and writing and swimming. I would also like to talk about a saying I would very much like to call my very own, but of course was quoted by someone else.
Ummm… do not judge a book by its cover. It could be a hard cover, or a soft cover; nevertheless in any case, never judge its contents. The cover, regardless of how strong, artistic, or downright plain it is, does not explain its contents’ depth.
The cover can definitely be a summary of its contents, anyhow. It is in fact the summation of the chapters in the book (where Z = x^1 + x^2+x^3+x^4+x^5…+x^6).
Likewise… so is a person. The individual is a compilation of several chapters folded and consequently binded together. Every time after a particular chapter of an individual’s life passes, he or she has learned something. Anything, that could be either good or bad – the point is that one has learnt something. Which is what makes up one’s self. It is so because such circumstances have emblazoned themselves in the heart, mind, and soul of one’s very being.
Now it is time to talk about the effort expended on creating the cover. It could be a grief story, a story full of joy and success, or otherwise some imaginary scandalous affair, but one thing remains similar throughout. That is the fact that the author always does his best to make it look appealing and presentable.
There is nothing wrong in that – no matter what occurs, we do whatever we can to put a smile on the faces of the people we meet. I have completed my five laps of butterfly and breast strokes in the pool today. I feel a little dizzy after making my plunge in the community pool. Probably because this is the first in like four years since I last swam. There is definitely more swimming in the future.
Anyhow I was considering using a movie or an album cover as a metaphor, but that would be a little absurd. I decided that a book would be much better.