"Books" Chapter 46
People are like books, and the world is like a library. Some believe that it is important to be known with the most possible people, and have what we call superficial relationships with mass amounts of people. If you go in a library it's not important to see the cover of the most possible books, what you will learn if to get out a pair of interesting books and take a good amount of time to read them. Those who want to know the most possible only see the cover of many books, maybe they get as far as a few pages through the books, but they never get to read some of them. So there is actually no point in finding the books in the 1st place.

When you have read some of the books thoroughly you ought to take care of them, as reference work, and to have the possibility to read them again if you should forget some of their wisdom and secrets. You always find new meanings for every time you read them. Some books are bad, others are good, some are boring, others fun to read, some are knowledgeable and others only entertaining, some thick others thin, some are delightful others strenuous and so on. Some books have a glittering, beautiful cover, but then are empty of contents when you open them, some have a neutral cover but are full of beautiful words, some are worn out, old and gray, but full of wisdom.

All books are different from each other (people are not printed in 1000s of ways for example, but for the most part a publication of the book is the same as the book). Some authors have written many books, and therefor the authors will have more sides of themselves to show. Some can have read only the one book, while others have read the other, some have read all the books.

Such is it with people, we show more sides of ourselves to different people. Someone gets to see all the sides of us. The superficial relationship displays only the cover, and therefor you don't actually know much about the person. That which hides behind the cover you don't know before you have taken the time to read the book. It can actually be difficult to be able to read the book you yourself wish to read. Something you don't openly get, others are written in riddles so you don't understand them. Some you can't get a grasp on, others are admitted because it is others who borrow them. I will forcibly emphasize that "to read a book" doesn't aim at having sex. This is something a part of the colored have a tendency to try, followed by many compliments of how fine and pretty the woman is to make her adjusted. I can start with that there is this woman who was intoxicated and told me about these "coloreds" and not something I am making up. Those who go home with them without wanting to have sex with them are raped, gladly by many of these "disease carriers" (AIDS/HIV we got and still get in Norway from "coloreds" especially from Africans and Southern Europeans, Syphilis comes from Indians) This is something we also hear much about in the papers, even thought they try to conceal that it's the "coloreds" who commit the rapes.

To read a book doesn't aim at being known with a person through other communication then sexual. Sexual communication one should only have with a special "book". The "book" one likes most of all. No others shall get to read this innermost chapter in the book than the one chosen. A result of this is that the man doesn't find more women who will only have him, in addition to that men must enjoy only one woman also, but of a different reason than women.

To get the entrance to the different chapters must one be in the right place at the right time, or create special situations, and in some instances can one quite simply only open the book and read the chapter one wishes to.

As an example one can simply and obviously ask a person what they mean about this and that, to find out what the person is afraid of must one end up in a situation which makes the persons fear show. Read the books, not only look at the cover or flip quickly through them. A book can teach you something only if you read it.

Cattle die,
Kinsmen die,
A soul dies the same,
I know what never dies,
That which was never born.