Paperbacks, Hardbacks, and eBooks. Their white pages remind us, of the person in the mirror, before a few words changed our very lives. You find escapism in the printed. What a profound impact ideas can have on us all, whether they be fictional or reality. To books, they are everything. The taste of a fresh baked peach pie, or the way the snow flurries in the winter. Writers have a responsibility. We entrust in them without knowing, and in moments of darkness, we lean on them without permission. How impolite of us all? To the many, I say thanks. To myself, I smile awkwardly. The world is a far better place with writers, whether you wish to argue or not. They transform our hearts, and leave them, more whimsical than before.