Their scrolls tell the story of Dinanukht, a half man, half book, who sits by the waters between the worlds, reading himself.
~ Eliot Weinberger, An Elemental Thing
You can only be the reader – never the writer – of your own heart. Whatever the outward story of your life, your heart is not a fairy tale. It is not a piece of science fiction. It is not a Jane Austen novel. It is neither Iliad nor Odyssey. It is not the Bible. It is what’s left after the waters recede: an old grocery list, a letter from a dead relative, a few pages from a dictionary in a language you don’t understand. At the very best it’s a mud-stained half chapter from Don Quixote.