Why was writing invented?
To communicate ideas in a more permanent manner.
But this takes the act of reading.

Why do you read?
For escape? To learn?
I read for those tiny ideas that grow into something bigger.

The value we put on profoundness struck me the other day buying books for college.
I decided to drop my French class and take up Philosophy.
The book for French was $177, two books for Philosophy were $12.45.

Twelve dollars and forty five cents.

In this moment, I realized that our society puts more value on the ability to spit out facts and regurgitate sequences than to come up with something new.
This is demonstrated by accountants, doctors, lawyers, managers, analysts, and countless other jobs.
Our society celebrates being a cog in the system of cookie-cutter success.

Why isn’t profoundness worth more?

Do you want to be profound or redundant?

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