A brief history of time
Why do I do this to myself? I've already tried four or five times to read the
book (well, reading is one thing, understanding it is another) but when I get
to the part with the black holes... lost, lost, lost.
Why would I carry the book to my island anyway? I do not know exactly. I think
that perhaps I would be more... patient... with sunshine, the wind in my hair and the
salty smell of water. Maybe I wouldn't give up so easily. Maybe I would be so
bored reading the other 10 books in my suitcase that I would have no other
choice than to sit down and don't put the book away until I'd understand it.
I know, it is only a glimpse of hope. But what is life without hope. And maybe
wisdom comes with old age. I'm on my way :-)