keys to...

it was a rather jolly weather today. i needed to get some tan so i got some.
(i look very pale and pasty otherwise. I probably need more blood.)

at the poolside, I was reading "I Robot" by Ashmov, in Japanese. the JCKL has a library which has books for rent,
and occasionally they just give out very old books for free so i grabbed this japanese translated version,
which i read the original around 5 years ago.

books get better everytime you read them. you realise something you haven't realised earlier, when you were young.
Ashmov uses Robots as an alternative window which we could peek into human's mind,
rather like Mary Shelly used the Creature to create her new point of perception.
Its 100 times more easier to read than Shelly, though. straight to the point, not as pessimistic, and funny- for geeks.

Ashmov points out the paradox of human feelings, and gives robots equal or more amount of self-awareness,
but also at the same time, giving them a restriction which enables humans- in the novel- to control them.
there are robots whom starts a religion, go through mental disorder, and empathize with humans.
5 years ago i was just marvelled by Ashmov's genius which created such intricate stories from 3 simple starting rules,
but now i am marvelled by the subtle message he is sending us, through the sophisticated quantum-brains of the robot.

it made me want to read the original book again, but i gave it away.

times like this i wish i had a larger- permanent house, with a big bookshelf.
I could re-read all my books and realise something new everytime i read them.
currently i am forced to sell books (or ditch them) away since my mother hates me storing books in a pile.

going back to this... giving reader a different perspective thing,
i guess a part life is a continued effort to try and find out what's on yourselves' mind.
We may learn through education, religion, communication etc etc.
but i feel that when we are to find what's within, we need to ask what's around us first.
just like when we may have a chest, we may be able to guess what's inside it by weighing it, rattling it etc,
but another solution may be finding a key so that we can actually see what's inside it.

hence what we could do to ask questions about ourselves (because there are a thousand answers to a question)
is to communicate with people. anyone, anyone that is not you. (so in this world's case, anyone since there are no 2 yous)
communicating with a book is awesome since the authors-
smartasses like Ashmov and Shelly does the key-finding for you. (although their key might not fit yours)

I guess English literature as a subject tries to see the process of key-rummaging, so that we could apply it to ourselves.
hence the need for "Analysing" their themes and all the other business that seemed unimportant (at least, for me).

and here i am, thinking about finding keys,

...but i cannot even figure out where the hell. is. my. car. keys.
(and i lost the green beanie once again, too)




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