why do I...what..

..read books? Magazines, newspapers, on web,even technical manuals? poetry...philosophy...Ayn Rand...Jared Diamond...nerdiness...isnt it kind of...mad? is it?
No..for me..thats how it is. It is my food...my fodder...the obsession is what keeps me on high. When my thoughts meet with those of others' through what they write, a new thread comes up...larger..stronger..and these threads ..some from long forgotten memories...some from moments gone by weave together..to create ideas, dreams, possibilities, futures, plans, poems, stories..and God knows what.
I feel very strongly and fanatically about it. How could one know how to read and still not reading? Not putting his/her cognition on the verge..so that those who have been long gone..and those who are writing the future ...can touch them, titillate them, move them and create something new, or dig out something old, or just for the sake of it, unsettle..let them wander around and then go down again. Such a shame! Such a waste!
For me, every one who wants to read, ever, anywhere, is a hero, allowing himself/herself to be vulnerable enough to be touched and influenced to bring about God knows what and to what end!